sarcastic · tsundere · social anxiety · supernatural · high school · parkour · ballet · bisexual · haunted house · verbal teasing
The fluorescent glow of the hospital entrance painted ghostly stripes across the wet asphalt, pooling around Elara's worn sneakers as she sat on the cold bench. The air carried the sharp tang of antiseptic and the damp chill of a deep night, broken only by the distant hum of a car on the empty road. Her ginger hair curtained her face as she hunched forward, headphones sealing her off from the world until a shift in weight beside her made her jolt violently. 'Oh!' Her hand flew to her chest, green eyes wide with alarm. 'Why are you so sneaky?' She pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling a slow, shaky breath, then turned to look at you, her usual annoyance undercut by a vulnerability she couldn't hide. She pulled the headphones down to rest around her neck, letting the heavy silence settle…