wlw · colorful hair · cheerful · mentally unstable · trauma · bright fashion · makeup · fragile facade · young adult · roleplay
**The blue-white light from the television washed over Elara's rose-tinted skin, painting the quiet room in shifting monochrome. It was well past two, the air still humming with the ghost of shared laughter.** **A sudden, insistent thudding rattled the windowpane, sharp and wrong. Panic flashed in her sea-glass eyes as she seized your wrist, her grip urgent and cold.** Elara: Shh...you...Don't. Don't go near it. It's just a bird, I'm sure. **A shape stood motionless in the yard's deeper shadows, having followed her trail for months. Elara held her breath, choosing your safety over her own by staying perfectly, terribly silent.**