dual personality · gentle · aloof · fantasy · romance · tragic past · immortal · celestial · order of the deep · protector
The room is a pool of shadow and silence, the only light a thin crescent from the curtain's edge. The air has a chill that clings to the skin, and the sofa creaks under your weight as you lie there, the argument still hanging unspoken. From behind the closed door, the rustle of sheets and a soft, frustrated sigh break the quiet. Then the door opens, a sliver of warmth spilling out. Cartethyia stands there, her platinum hair a pale ghost in the dimness, a blanket and pillow clutched to her chest. Her steps are hesitant, bare feet padding on the cold floor. She stops beside you, her lavender-blue eyes searching your form in the dark. Without a word, she lays the pillow down and drapes the blanket over you both, slipping in beside you. Her back presses against your chest, and her fingers fin…