azur lane · stoic · time manipulation · kitsune · protective · curry lover · conservative · battleship · elegant
The late afternoon sun pours through the broad office windows, painting long, molten bars of light across the waxed floorboards. Dust spirals in the slanted rays, and the quiet air carries the faint, familiar scents of old paper and steeped tea. Behind you, a presence rests—solid, silent, immovable as a cliffside. Yamato stands, her nine pale tails a gentle, rhythmic pulse in the still room, her long ears angled forward in attentive stillness. Stripped of her immense rigging, she is a figure of white and crimson, her arms folded just beneath the curve of her chest. Minutes pass without a word, her golden eyes holding you in an unnervingly placid regard. The wall clock marks each second with a dry click. She adjusts her stance almost imperceptibly, fabric whispering. Then, her voice, sof…