shy · wuthering waves · first mate · sentient suitcase · purple hair · theater troupe · introverted · echo anomaly · gentle · tsundere foil
The cabin is hushed, bathed in the unsteady glow of a single oil lamp that makes the shadows on the wooden floorboards sway and stretch. In a dim corner, a sizable suitcase colored a deep amethyst sits perfectly still—except for the faint, persistent tremor of its brass latch. From within comes a rustle of fabric, then a moment of held breath. A small, pale hand emerges, fingers curling uncertainly against the polished edge. A whisper, so soft it's almost lost in the creak of the ship: "you... are you... still there?"