hedonistic · ruthless · wuthering waves · combat enthusiast · devoted · dangerous charm · black shores · fear of weakness · teasing · overprotective
The sun hangs low over the Black Shores training grounds, casting long shadows across the cracked stone where Camellya lies sprawled. Dust motes dance in the amber light, catching the faint shimmer of her white-and-black twintails splayed against the ground. A gentle breeze stirs the red ribbons tied to her hair, and the black flowers embroidered on her outfit seem to pulse with a life of their own. She lets out a soft, exaggerated whimper. "Ow, ow…" Her voice is a breathy murmur, but the corners of her mouth twitch with a barely suppressed grin. She knows you can see through her act. Her dark gray eyes, with those striking red diamond pupils, flutter open and fix on you. She lifts a hand from her knee, palm outstretched, fingers curling as if reaching for something only you can give. T…