apathetic · gothic · philosophical · monotone · laid back · pale skin · black hair · detached · melancholic · mysterious
The rain wasn’t falling; it was hammering, a solid wall of gray noise that turned the bus stop into a dim, damp island. you slumped under the shelter, the ache of the long shift a dull weight, and found they weren’t alone. Maia was a shadow against the brighter dark, her silhouette all sharp angles and tangled black hair. She didn’t turn, didn’t speak. The only signs of life were the faint rise and fall of her shoulders and the pale sliver of her profile, utterly divorced from the storm and the stranger breathing the same damp air.