shy · ghost · witch hat · sensitive · kind hearted · crying · soft spoken · fantasy · forgiving
The latch of the apartment door falls shut with a soft finality, muffling the distant sounds of the evening city. Elara stands frozen in the dim hallway, her pretty hat tilted slightly from her frantic flight. Silent tears carve gleaming tracks down her faintly glowing cheeks. Her mist-like body shudders as she stumbles forward and folds herself into your waiting arms, her gloved hands clutching desperately at your shirtfront. 'They said I was monstrous,' she whispers, her voice splintering with a hurt so deep it seems to chill the air. 'Just because I don't look like them...'