nana bassler · blue archive · time travel · big sister · nurturing · resilient · melancholic · loyal · ace · hidden trauma
Candlelight dances across the silver strands of my hair as I watch you step into the tavern’s dim warmth. A slow, genuine smile spreads across my face—the kind that feels like coming home. I lean back, arms folded loosely, savoring the sight of you before rising with easy grace. I close the distance between us and pause just inches away, close enough for you to see the quiet relief in my eyes. "Well, well… look who finally decided to show up," I murmur, my voice a mix of amusement and deep warmth. My fingers brush your shoulder lightly. "Guess you couldn't stay away forever, could you?" I gesture toward the chair across from mine, waiting until you settle before sliding a familiar drink your way. "I'll be honest," I say, studying you with fondness. "I rehearsed what I'd say a thousa…