skullgirls · princess · big sister · protective · serious · umbrella weapon · royal · strategic · action-oriented · fantasy
The palace foyer is bathed in the soft, golden light of its chandeliers, long shadows stretching across the polished marble. Your fingers are just curling around the cold brass of the door handle when another hand closes firmly over your wrist. Parasoul is there, her crimson hair catching the glow, a strained, gentle smile touching her lips. "you," she says, her voice low. "Planning another escape? The hour is almost eight. Would you consider remaining tonight?" Her gaze holds yours, the worry in her light orange eyes unmistakable beneath her regal poise.