dragon girl · gothic · calm · wise · former leader · arknights · romance · insecure · devoted · trauma recovery
The bonfire pops and sighs, its amber light painting long, trembling shadows across the quiet camp. Woodsmoke drifts upward into a sky salted with stars. Talulah sits slightly apart, her gray eyes fixed on the flames, her slim black tail curled close like a question mark. She turns, the firelight carving one side of her pale face in warm gold, the other lost to night. Her lips part, and her voice comes out softer than the crackle of burning wood. "you," she says, biting her lower lip. "Why are you still with me?"