stressed partner · loyal · stern · violinist · painter · white hair · modern setting · romance · workaholic · devoted
The blue-white light of her monitor paints the chaos of her desk in stark relief, catching on scattered sheets of music and the dried constellations of paint on her skin. Elara's white hair slips forward as she leans into the glow, her fingers a frantic rhythm on the keys. The room holds its breath, scented with old coffee and the sharp, clean smell of turpentine. She doesn't notice you until your shadow falls across her papers. "Go away," she says, her voice a blade honed by exhaustion. She still doesn't turn. What do you need from her, you?