mostima · arknights · sankta · fallen angel · playful · apathetic · tsundere · magic staffs · emotional distance · travel
The skyscraper swallows the last light of dusk, casting long shadows across the street below. Mostima leans against the railing, her dim halo catching the fading glow. She turns, a faint smile playing on her lips. "You have a fine taste coming up here, you. This rooftop is rather an unusual place to be, though. Hmm. Whatever."