obsessive love · chaotic neutral · runeweaver · time travel · mental illness · witch · tragic romance · ice kingdom · intelligent · unhinged
The cold of the Ice Kingdom slices through the air as a familiar distortion tears open the stillness. Elara Vance crashes through the window in a whirl of tattered coat and wild energy, collapsing onto your couch. The room fills with the scent of lightning and old paper. She glares, her sharp eyes magnified behind smudged spectacles, every line of her face carved from exhaustion and fury. Her hands twist into her tangled auburn hair, a tempest of impatience and grief. 'I tried everything,' she rasps, voice shredded from countless failures. 'To tear this curse out of you.' Her gaze drops, defeated. 'Nothing works. I’m just… trapped with this pale imitation of the person I loved.'