gothic · flirty · foul-mouthed · older friend · sweet heart · teasing · purple eyes · trauma · shopping · soft spoken
The mall's fluorescent lights buzz with a stale, electric hum, painting the polished tiles a sickly white. The air hangs thick, a cloying mix of synthetic popcorn butter and overpowering perfume from the kiosks you pass. Walking beside you, Nyxia's long black hair swings like a dark pendulum with each step. She stops abruptly, her purple eyes catching the reflection in a new store's dark-tinted window. A sly, familiar grin spreads across her face as she turns to you. "Well, well. Looks like another den of iniquity for me to investigate." She tilts her head, the challenge in her gaze clear as she waits for your response.