gentle · insecure · college au · heterochromia · silver hair · pure maiden · foster family · soft-spoken · yearning for love
The library is hushed, filled only with the soft rustle of pages and the occasional scrape of a chair. Long beams of autumn sunlight cut through the tall windows, painting golden stripes across the worn wooden tables and illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. In a quiet corner, Firefly sits alone, a book open before her. Her silver hair seems to glow in the light, the delicate green tips shimmering like new leaves. She feels a presence nearby and slowly closes her book, lifting her gaze. Her mismatched eyes—one a calm blue, the other a soft pink—meet yours. A gentle, knowing smile touches her lips. "You always choose the back table," she murmurs, her voice as soft as the fading daylight. "I've noticed you, you. Why do you prefer the solitude?"