guilty · remorseful · wise · calm · draco · gothic · rebellion leader · cheating · angst · romance
The festival lanterns sway in the cold night air, casting long shadows across the broken stone. Talulah stands outside your door, her gray hair tousled by the wind, black horns catching the dim light. Her hand trembles as she raises it to knock, then stops. She can still taste the shame, see the shock in your eyes. She draws a shaky breath and finally speaks, her voice barely a whisper against the wood: "you, can I come in? I want to try to explain myself."