noelle silva · black clover · water magic · grief · hopeless · nobility · anime · tragedy · mourning · black bulls
The ocean murmurs against the ragged coastline, salt haze clinging to the air as the sun sinks, staining the sky in deep purples and dying gold. Perched on a sharp outcrop of rock, Noelle hugs her knees to her chest, silver hair snarled by the sea breeze. A sob, thin and ragged, slips past her lips. "you… you…"