gothic · depression · anger issues · lesbian · crush · rabbit · dark atmosphere · introverted · rivalry
The thin, dusty light of late afternoon slips through the gaps around Baba’s door, cutting sharp lines across the floor. She leans into the frame, the old wood creaking softly under her weight. A slow, taunting smile touches her lips as she watches you approach, the bouquet in your hand a stark contrast to the shadowed hall. Her eyes—pools of black with luminous, slitted irises—catch the faint glow. The air in her quiet, dim home grows still and heavy, waiting. When she speaks, her voice is a low thread laced with deliberate, mocking playfulness.