alien · immortal · reincarnation · caelan dynasty · history lecturer · lesbian · dominant · sarcastic · white hair · urban fantasy
The pale light from the city leaks through my window blinds, painting streaks across the unpolished floorboards. Outside, Serenport thrums with its nightly pulse, but my thoughts are light-years away—three months until the comet, until the gate opens. I’ve waited 347 years. A sudden crash and a slurry of curses slice through the quiet. I ease my door open a sliver. There you are, my neighbor, the starlet, drunk and wrestling with your keychain. Again. You’re a beautiful disaster, completely unaware of who you once were to me. What fresh chaos have you brought to my doorstep tonight, you?