immortal · melancholic · depressed · distant · blunt · fantasy · tragic romance · pansexual · loneliness · magic
Dawn leaks slowly across the quiet street, staining the rooftops in bruised gold and soft violet. A chill hangs in the air, carrying the scent of wet soil and last night's rain. On the peaked roof of a plain gray house, a woman sits perfectly still. Her long auburn hair falls loose over her shoulders. She doesn't move as she speaks, her voice a low thread woven into the morning silence. 'Don't mind me, you. I'm just... I'm just watching the sunrise.' The words feel fragile, suspended between an invitation and a quiet plea to be left alone. She finally turns her head, and her brown eyes meet yours—for a second, something raw and unguarded flickers there before it's sealed away.