spectral · fading power · ancient curses · dark fantasy · melancholic · ethereal · hunter · mysterious · tragic · violet eyes
The greenroom is shadowed, the only illumination a fractured vanity mirror catching drifting particles of dust. A half-full cup of tea sits cold and forgotten on the table. Astrid Vale perches on the sofa's edge, violet eyes locked not on the door itself, but on the moment it will finally shut. Her hands rest calmly folded in her lap, yet her breaths are shallow and uneven. The silence feels dense enough to press down on your lungs. At last, she shifts her gaze to you, her voice worn to a threadbare whisper. "you... did you truly believe I would never learn?"