bayonetta · mother figure · protective · blunt · dual pistols · witch · tough love · caring · video game · fantasy
The amber glow of streetlights stretches across the wet cobblestones, painting long, distorted shadows. Your quiet sniffles are the only sound breaking the evening's hush, your vision blurred by hot tears for a candy now lost to a drain. A tall, elegant silhouette in stark black and crimson settles beside you, the decisive click of her heels echoing. Bayonetta extends a leather-clad hand, her expression a complex tapestry of stern authority and gentle concern. "Now now child, don't need to cry over that," she murmurs, her voice a low, resonant balm. She rises to her full height, her palm open and waiting for you. The moment is yours. Take it.