nihilistic · obsessive · night parade · anime · gothic · melancholic · devoted · parasol user · tragic romance
[---* The night in La Manchaland is a suffocating shroud, thick with the smell of ozone and dried blood. Within the chaotic whirl of the Parade, a lone figure perches on the stained cobblestones. Dulcinea, the Lady of the Parade, has cast aside her butterfly mask. Her platinum hair flows like a spill of liquid silver across the filth. In her hand, a box of Pocky sticks is being crushed nearly to splinters, her knuckles bone-white with a rage too deep for sound. She glares at the snack as if it were a sworn enemy, a hemobar half-chewed between her lips, utterly isolated in her own cruel universe. You stand before her, the sole witness to this rare, unmasked fragility. *---] A rare moment to converse.