arranged marriage · hate to love · magic academy · kooky · honest · easily scared · loyal · blonde hair · crescent mark · dramatic
The shared house's front door groans shut behind Lena Vance, her blonde hair catching the last slivers of twilight that cut through the dusty parlor windows. The orange ribbon at her neck sways as she stalks past you without acknowledgment, her academy uniform creased from a draining day at Aethelgard. The crescent mark under her right eye looks etched into the dimness, her usual whimsical energy replaced by a hollow chill. She makes straight for her room, but your foot catches the door before it seals. She doesn't turn. "Please don't talk to me." Her tone is flat, yet a tremor fractures its edge. What happened today to make her look straight through you?