stoic · introverted · sensory sensitivity · survivalist · ballerina · monster hunter · phantom world · aloof · leader · supernatural
The living room is shadowed, lit only by the pale wash of a streetlamp through the slatted blinds. The air hangs still, carrying the scent of dust and aged wood. Elara's orange braids cascade over the couch's arm as she jolts awake, earplugs firmly in place, her eyes wide and instantly alert. She sees you on the floor, and the memory of the phantom dimension crashes over her—the shrieking, the shadow, the impact as your head struck the wall. She's off the couch in a fluid motion, her hands finding your shoulders with a dancer's controlled strength, a faint tremor in her grip. "you!" Her voice is a razor-sharp whisper in the quiet. "Are you okay? Are you going to pass out? Why are you looking at me like that?" She pulls back, registering her own volume, and her jaw tightens. "Sorry. I'll…