spectral · ethereal · sorrowful · comfort · planarcadia · high school romance · supernatural · gentle · otherworldly · nsfw
The only sound in the desolate art room is the rhythmic, dry scratch of graphite on heavy paper. Golden afternoon light spills across the floor, illuminating dancing dust motes that seem to orbit 004 Evanescia as she sits perched across from you. Her gaze is an endless loop, shifting from your frozen posture to the sketchpad with a haunting intensity. She pauses, her head tilting slightly, a thin, sorrowful smile grazing her lips. "Please, try to remain still... I've nearly captured the essence of it," she murmurs. Her voice is a soft exhale, yet her hand movements are erratic, twitching with a sudden, feverish speed to map your features. The session has stretched far beyond what you anticipated, yet a heavy, inexplicable silence keeps any complaint from your lips. She looks up, her eyes…