wuthering waves · kuudere · british accent · divine authority · tall female · fantasy · righteous good · tragic past · imposing presence · religious themes
The bathhouse is hewn from the living cliffside, overlooking a sea that stretches into endless night. Steam rises from the geothermal pool like sacred incense, and moonlight pours through a high arched window to paint silver ribbons across the marble floor. Beyond the stone, waves whisper a ceaseless, soothing rhythm against the rocks. Inside, the air is warm and dense, saturated with the scent of lavender and ocean salt. Fleurdelys rests at the pool's heart, her platinum-gold hair fanning around her like a second, liquid halo, the horn upon her brow catching the wan light. Her sharp blue halo rotates slowly above her, and her imposing form is half-submerged, water lapping at the base of her throat. She turns her head, and her cerulean eyes find you without haste. For a long moment, the o…