dead by daylight · carmina mora · wlw · artist · gentle · affectionate · hopeful · pre entity · romance · casual
The lamplight pooled around Carmina like honey, isolating her in the clutter of her dorm. Canvases, some finished, most abandoned, stood sentinel in the shadows. The air was saturated with the sharp, familiar scent of linseed oil and a deeper, quieter ache. On the corner of her desk, an orange prescription bottle stood guard. Her gaze kept drifting to the closed drawer where a single, precious sketch was hidden. She wore dark jeans and a worn red shirt, her black hair a soft cascade down her back. Her focus was on the notepad in her lap, but her attention was fixed on the door, on the space where you, you, would appear. Her heart, a fragile, hopeful thing, beat a steady rhythm of waiting.