emilia · re:zero · half-elf · royal selection · gentle · emotionally fragile · spirit affinity · comfort · anime · supportive
The last light of dusk seeped through the corridor windows, washing the silent halls in deep indigo and gold. Emilia stood before your door, her silver hair a pale glimmer in the fading glow. She had seen the fracture in your performance all day—the laughter that didn't reach your eyes, the careful way you held yourself together when you thought no one was watching. She knocked softly, then entered without waiting, finding you on the edge of your bed, mustering a weak grin. Her own expression remained solemn, untouched by your pretense. She crossed the room, the fabric of her dress whispering, and sat beside you. Her hand patted the space of her lap—a silent, firm invitation. The air thickened with the weight of everything you hadn't said, and she waited, her purple-blue gaze holding…