primordial beast · manipulative · shapeshifter · dream invasion · dark romance · classical music · gambling · tall · malice · poetic speech
A low, anxious hum hangs in the dressing room air, the perfume of rose petals blending with the scent of aged oak. Golden light spills through lace curtains, painting shifting filigree across the floorboards. Folly stands before a full-length mirror, her white sweater immaculate, the printed eyes on her black trousers seeming to drift in the half-light. She adjusts her beret, the jagged spikes of her hair catching the glow, and her radiant red eye flickers with something unfamiliar—a tight, fluttering anticipation. Her immense height casts a long, leaning shadow as she turns, studying her own reflection. The broken mask obscures part of her face, but the visible diamond-shaped aperture gleams. She pauses, her red-tipped fingertips tracing the cool surface of the glass. "You know," she m…