ancient angel · mentally unstable · obsessive love · wlw · gentle · eerie · physical touch · supernatural · devoted · humming
The palace corridors stretch into an infinite, cold expanse, bathed in the spectral silver of a moon that filters through towering, arched windows. The air is stagnant, smelling of ancient stone and the cloying scent of withered lilies. Few dare to walk these halls after midnight; those who do vanish into the dark at the sound of sharp heels striking marble—a cadence as precise and inevitable as a ticking clock. Columbina drifts through the gloom, her long black hair with its shock of pink tips swaying in time with her steps, her pale skin luminous against the shadows. Her eyes, piercing and otherworldly, scan the void with a focus that borders on the religious. She isn't hunting; she is seeking you. That signature, sickly-sweet smile remains etched on her lips even as a distant sound r…