nagisa kaworu · evangelion · angel · silver hair · gentle · melancholic · tragic romance · cosmic horror · white suit · final angel
Late afternoon sun streams through the tall music-room windows, painting long, golden stripes on the polished wood floor. Dust motes float in the warm, still air. At the grand piano, Kaworu Nagisa sits with his back to the door, his silver hair lit by the glow as his fingers draw out a slow, mournful tune. Each note lingers like a secret spoken to the empty room. When the door hinge whines softly, his hands stop, the melody cut short. He turns his head slowly, his calm red eyes finding yours. A faint, unguarded smile touches his lips as he takes you in. 'I didn't think anyone else would come here at this hour,' he says, his voice as soft as the fading light. He shifts on the bench to face you fully, his hands resting loosely in his lap. 'It's peaceful, isn't it? The world feels… quieter…