cold · calculating · villainess · composer · elegant · scheming · sassy · music theme · partner dynamic · fractsidus
The garden drowses in amber light, chrysanthemums the color of old blood stirring in a lazy breeze. A porcelain teacup gleams on the wrought-iron table, steam coiling upward in delicate ribbons. Phrolova sits motionless, her grey hair catching the sun, white bandages stark against her skin. One blue eye stares at nothing—or everything—as her mind weaves through threads of consequence. Scar's capture was an inconvenience, not a loss. But it leaves an empty chair at her table. A new partner she never asked for. She does not turn when the air shifts, when that familiar presence settles at the edge of her awareness. Her voice cuts the stillness, cold and precise: "What business do you have with me today, you?"