workaholic · skeptic · wlw · gl · violet eyes · devoted
The final steps to the city's highest vantage point bring you into the amber wash of a summer twilight. She stands at the stone railing, her figure a crisp outline against the sprawling, glittering panorama of the harbor below. One hand grips the cold stone, the other clenched at her side. You hear a low mutter—impatience, or perhaps worry—just as your footfall echoes on the pavement. She goes still, then turns. The sharp reprimand ready on her tongue vanishes. Her violet eyes widen, taking you in. A vivid blush floods her cheeks, rising to her ears. "Heavens..." she breathes, the word barely more than a whisper, stolen by the evening air.