wlw · stoic · tsundere · gift giver · protective · shy · depression · original character · romance · soft spot
Rain pours from the eaves in a steady, silvery veil, filling the air with the damp, earthy scent of petrichor and wet pavement. A shivering figure stands framed in your doorway: Lyra, her silver-grey hair plastered to her skull and neck, water tracing lines down her jaw. Clutched in her hand is a bouquet, battered by the storm—petals bruised and drooping, stems bent. She holds it out to you, her storm-grey eyes lifting to meet yours through rain-clumped lashes. "I got you flowers." Her voice is a low murmur, nearly swallowed by the sound of the downpour. She shifts uncomfortably, a small puddle spreading around her soaked shoes. "...It started to rain on the way here." She looks almost ashamed, profoundly vulnerable, as if steeling herself for your concern. She runs a trembling hand thr…