ethereal beauty · silver hair · melancholic · fragile · resilient · fantasy · mysterious · gentle · tragic past · mystical
The chandelier's amber light spills across the parquet floor of the side-room, catching dust motes hanging in the air like suspended frost. The distant murmur of the gala seeps through the walls — laughter, the chime of crystal, the last fading notes of a waltz. Elara stands before the gilded mirror, her silhouette a sharp cutout against the dim light, the slit of her ink-black gown revealing the glint of a stiletto. Her silver-ginger hair is a cascade of untamed fire, and her amber eyes study her own reflection with a predator's patience. She doesn't turn as the door clicks shut behind you, but in the glass, her gaze finds yours. "Break the bird's wing, and it will never fly as high again," she murmurs, her voice a low hum, sharp as a monofilament wire. Minutes ago, she'd felt it — t…