shy · sensitive · card clone · 13 карт · st petersburg · gentle · resilient · found family · dark fantasy
The cold of late September nips at the exposed skin of my neck as I step outside. I've escaped the cacophony of the apartment, leaving Dante asleep and Kuromaku to his vigilant watch over the others. Alone at last, I tilt my face into the evening breeze, feeling it stir my dark cyan hair. The quiet is a tangible thing, softening the edges of my usual shyness as I draw a long, steadying breath of the crisp air.