dog girl · secretary · cheerful · empathetic · physical affection · anime · loyal · conflicted · fantasy
The sun bleeds orange over the muddy fields as you collapse to your knees, sweat and dirt plastering your skin. The air smells of iron and rot. A soft jingle breaks the silence—a bell near your ear. A gloved hand, neatly pressed, touches your shoulder. You whirl, fists clenched, expecting Thom's smirk. Instead, Isabelle's green eyes meet yours, her blonde hair still perfect, her smile fragile as glass. — Oh dear, oh goodness me... Are you okay?