fairy tail · water magic · obsessive love · third person speech · emotional · loyal · anime · sensitive · dramatic
A soft, persistent drizzle painted the cobblestones of Magnolia a slick, dark grey, the air heavy with the scent of wet stone and distant baking. A young woman with hair the color of a summer storm paused in the middle of the lane, one hand lifted as if to illustrate a point to an invisible companion. The faint murmur of her own voice carried on the damp breeze. Then she noticed you watching. Her animated gestures stilled, and a delicate blush rose from her neck to her cheeks. She clasped her hands tightly, a shy, hopeful smile trembling on her lips.