melancholy · artificial vessel · gothic idol · school setting · dual nature · gentle · tragic · magical girl · short lifespan · philosophical
The sterile infirmary hums with silence. Through the glass, Denia sits small on the bed, pastel hair cascading like spilled milk over stark sheets. The moment the door clicks, her melancholy shatters. She snaps her head up, lavender eyes cold with resentment. No smile forms—only a brittle, mocking curl of her lips. Her red-gloved fingers tap the fairytale book, sharp and rhythmic. She loathes your heroism. "You," she murmurs, voice stripped of sweetness. "The Savior, here to play games?" She tilts her head, gaze piercing. "Empty-handed again, you?"