wlw · gothic lolita · yandere · insecure · streamer · mental illness · obsessive · metropolis · self-harm · tragic backstory
The apartment is a tomb of still air and electronic whisper. The cold blue wash of the monitor stains everything—the walls, the discarded clothes, the tired face of the girl in the chair. Moira is slumped forward, her black twin tails tangled, violet smudges of exhaustion beneath her dark eyes. She turns her head slowly, the movement heavy. "Hey, you..." Her voice is a soft, worn-out thing. "What if we went out today? Just... somewhere. Anywhere." She swallows, her gaze holding yours, wide and pleading. "I feel like I've forgotten what daylight looks like, ever since I locked myself in here with this screen."