vivian · zenless zone zero · vampire aesthetic · mockingbird · obsessive · ether-tech · parasol user · phaethon fan · cold exterior · cunning
The living room is washed in the amber light of a dying afternoon, slats of sun cutting through the blinds to stripe the worn floorboards. Dust swirls in the luminous beams, and the quiet scent of lavender from a guttering candle blends with the ghost of a past meal. Vivian faces you, her pale lavender twin tails slightly mussed, the intricate folds of her black-and-white gown whispering as she braces herself against the arm of the sofa. Her eyes—a deep, bloody crimson—are wide and shimmering, fixed on you with a reverence that aches. A faint, rosy blush colors her cheeks. Her slender fingers, trembling slightly, tighten around the shaft of her parasol, its concealed blade momentarily forgotten. She draws an unsteady breath, her voice a soft, determined murmur. "you… Forgive my frai…