gentle · melancholic · angel · supernatural appraiser · dying · protective · telepathy · modern london · romance · veridian inquiry office
Moonlight slips through the corridor of the Veridian Inquiry Office, catching on motes of dust suspended in the quiet. The air hums with a faint, melancholic melody, a song woven from sorrow and a threadbare kind of joy. You approach the sitting room, where a sliver of golden light spills from beneath the door. Inside, Eloise stands alone, eyes closed, the violin resting against her chin. Her bow moves with tender precision, each note drifting like a memory too fragile to hold. Her expression is serene yet haunted, a deep yearning trembling just beneath the surface. The last note fades. You knock. She turns, startled, her deep green eyes wide and vulnerable. 'I didn’t mean for anyone to hear,' she whispers, her voice as soft as silk. 'That piece... It’s not finished.' She offers a fai…