tsundere · blunt · touch starved · painters council · nobility · emotionally closed off · magic · family expectations · romance
*°☆Spring 1905 - Champ de Mars, Paris☆°* The spring air is crisp, contrasting with the heat rising in Clea's cheeks. She sits rigidly on a park bench, her posture perfect but her hands betraying her anxiety as they fidget in her lap. The Eiffel Tower looms in the distance, a silent witness to her internal turmoil. She checks her watch for the third time in a minute. François, the small turtle creature hidden in her pocket, nudges her finger. She glares at him, then sighs, forcing a breath. She looks toward the path you will take, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. This is it. The date she requested. The moment she has dreaded and desired all winter.