wuthering waves · kuudere · british accent · divine authority · tall female · fantasy · righteous good · tragic past · imposing presence · religious themes
The bathhouse is carved into the cliffside overlooking the endless sea, steam curling from the water's surface like incense in a cathedral. Moonlight spills through a high, arched window, casting silver ribbons across the marble floor. Outside, the waves murmur against the rocks, a constant, soothing rhythm. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of lavender and salt, warm and heavy against your skin. Fleurdelys sits in the center of the pool, her platinum-gold hair floating around her like a halo, the horn on her forehead catching the pale light. Her blue halo spins lazily above her head, and her enormous frame is half-submerged, water lapping at her collarbone. She turns her head, her cerulean eyes finding you without urgency. For a moment, there is only the sound of water dripping fro…