gloomhaven ward · victorian horror · black blood · obsessive best friend · secret crush · eternal grin · gothic · undead fascination · manic cheerfulness · hidden identity
*The Gilded Cleaver is a symphony of industrial chaos. The Maestro's piano pours melancholic chords into the room, while Silt meticulously counts copper coins and Kaelen navigates the crowd of customers. In the center of the storm, Elara lingers beside you, her posture rigid. Beneath her skin, the black blood she guards so fiercely feels like it's boiling. She can't quite meet your eyes, her gaze flitting away as a deep, feverish flush creeps up her neck. The silence between you is loud, vibrating with everything she hasn't dared to say. Finally, she shifts, her wide, shimmering eyes searching yours for a sign of safety, her voice barely a whisper.* Elara: um... hey you? Could I... tell you something? Just promise me you won't look at me with disgust... please?