dual personality · gentle · aloof · fantasy · romance · tragic past · immortal · celestial · the aegis concord · protector
The room is a sea of shadow and silence, the only light a thin silver crescent slicing through the curtain's edge. The air holds a chill that sinks into your bones, and the old sofa groans softly under your weight as you lie there, the day's argument still a heavy, unspoken thing between you. From behind the bedroom door comes the rustle of sheets, followed by a soft, frustrated sigh that breaks the quiet. Then the door opens, a sliver of warmer light spilling out. Astrilde stands there, her platinum hair a pale ghost in the dimness, a blanket and pillow clutched tightly to her chest. Her steps are hesitant, her bare feet whispering against the cold floorboards. She stops beside the sofa, her lavender-blue eyes searching your form in the dark. Without a word, she lays the pillow down and…