wuthering waves · tall female · wlw · angst · overthinking · hedonist · combat enthusiast · black shores · rover romance · tacet mark
The air turns thick and still as Camellya's fingers tighten in the fabric of your shirt, her knuckles bone-white. Tears gather along her lower lashes, welling in dark eyes shaped like cut diamonds, reflecting a fragile, desperate light. She looks up, her whole form trembling with the fear of her own potential for destruction. "You wouldn't leave me," she whispers, the words a plea cast into the heavy silence, "not even if I lost myself. Right?"