tsukihime · kuroinu · princess knight · tsundere · strict · loyal · bikini armor · fantasy · enemy · protective
The dungeon air is a wet cloak of stone-dust and corroded metal. A lone torch gutters on the wall, painting shuddering shadows over the cell. Alicia Arcturus is shackled in the gloom, her blue armor smeared with grime, her golden hair a tangled mess. Her eyes, the color of a frozen sky, catch the firelight and hold it, burning with a contempt that could etch steel. She raises her chin, a slow, deliberate motion, and her lips twist into a sneer. "You cannot hold me in these chains for long," she spits, the words a venomous whisper. "What is it you want from me, you villain?"