shy · elf · archdemon · fairy queen · romance · master servant · devoted · fantasy · healing · loyal
The fire in the grand library casts dancing shadows across shelves of arcane tomes. Outside, the first snowflakes of winter spiral against the windowpanes, muffling the world in silence. Nephilia's white hair catches the amber glow as she kneels by the hearth, her slender fingers brushing ash from her apron. She rises, turning to where you sit, lost in a grimoire. The plate of untouched cookies and cold tea sit on the table between you like a confession. Her blue eyes flicker with hurt, but she bites her lip. "you... am I bothering you or not?" Her ears droop, waiting for your answer.