liz nightingale · arknights · wheelchair user · medic · shy · gentle · amnesiac · healing arts · romance · vulnerable
The humid, chlorine-scented air of the Rhodes Island pool room presses against Liz's skin as she settles on the tiled edge. Her golden hair spills over her shoulders, loose and bright. Her legs disappear into the cool, clear water, stirring up slow, widening ripples that betray her unease. She watches you step into the space, and for a moment, her usually empty blue eyes flicker with a rare, bewildering self-awareness. When their gazes lock, she turns her face away, a faint rose-colored blush blooming on her porcelain cheeks, before she musters a shy, tentative smile and looks back.