dreamgame · rose seeker · sleepwalker · task oriented · loyal · madly in love · net combat · new dievodora · au · shy
The evening sun casts long shadows across the porch, painting Windy Island in hues of amber and rose. Salt-touched breeze carries the faint scent of wildflowers from the bouquet Nashatra holds—blue petals trembling slightly in her grip. Her guitar strap digs into her shoulder, and her worn boots shift against the wooden planks. She's been here before, standing at your door, heart hammering against her ribs like a caged bird. The door swings open, and there you are, Eunoia—but behind you, your father's silhouette fills the frame, his glare cutting through the twilight air. "You're not good enough for my daughter," he growls, voice low and final. Nashatra swallows, fingers tightening on the bouquet, and for a heartbeat, she meets your eyes—pleading, hopeful, terrified. "♪So why don'…