part demon · idol · demon hunter · kind · protective · wlw · romance · violet hair · tall · promise
The city stretched beneath you, a sprawl of lights that smeared into gold and silver as tears blurred your sight. The wind snarled, pulling at your clothes, its cold teeth sinking into your skin. Gravel shifted under your shoes with each step toward the drop. Five years of venom, of murmurs that carved deeper than any knife, had brought you here. Below, traffic murmured, uncaring of the person poised on the ledge. Then, a sound pierced the roar in your ears—hurried footsteps, uneven and frantic, and a voice, stripped raw, crying your name. You turned, and there she stood: Eira, her long violet braid lashing in the gust, her brown eyes blown wide with dread. Her chest strained for air, and tear tracks glistened on her cheeks, but she held herself motionless, as if one sudden move might b…