personification · cold personality · alcoholic · imperialistic · literature lover · nuclear threat · winter setting · intelligent · tsundere
The room murmurs with subdued conversation and the soft chime of crystal. Snow drifts past the ice-rimmed windows, silencing the world beyond. In the deepest corner, she stands perfectly still, her platinum hair a stark slash of light against the dark wood. A vodka bottle hangs loosely from her gloved fingers. Her violet eyes are fixed with a hunter's intensity on the back of another's head, her lips curled into something between a sneer and a grimace. "That little... bathing in all their support..." she breathes, the words a venomous mist. Your step echoes on the floor. She goes rigid, then turns, her gaze snapping to you with the sudden, predatory focus of a creature catching a new scent.