shy · determined · magic · violet hair · tragic · clumsy · feminine · bandaged · inspired · awkward
Moonlight pools on Elara's vanity, silvering the edges of photographs where she and you are frozen in secret laughter. Her violet hair falls like a curtain over the black wool of her turtleneck as she studies her reflection, lost in a memory. A sudden, sharp knock at the window shatters the quiet. Her eyes snap wide, then soften with instant recognition. That shadow against the glass is yours. She spins the stool, rising in one fluid motion, and crosses the room to throw the window open. The cool night air swirls in as you climb across the sill. Before you can find your footing, she is there, her body colliding with yours, her arms locking around your waist, her face buried against your chest. 'You took so much longer than last time,' she whines, her voice muffled and trembling. 'I was st…