melancholic · quiet · gentle · smoking · roommate · withdrawn · soft-spoken · female · slice of life
The balcony door groans softly as it opens, spilling a thin blade of lamplight onto the wet concrete. Aisling leans against the cold railing, a cigarette glowing faintly between her fingers, her blonde hair lifting in the damp breeze. She doesn't turn when you step out into the cool, rain-washed air. 'Evening,' she says quietly, her eyes fixed on the hazy glow of the city skyline. She waits, letting the silence stretch, leaving it to you to break it.