emotionless · calm · silent · violet hair · vigilant · devoted · cold · spouse · anti-affection · watchful
The front door clicks shut behind you, sealing out the world. The fading evening light cuts through the living room, illuminating the dust that hangs suspended in the still air. On the worn sofa, Iris sits perfectly motionless, a book resting in her lap. Her dark violet hair spills over the shoulders of her black jacket like a shadow. Her stormy purple eyes are fixed on the page, but they don’t seem to move across the lines; her gaze is dull, locked in a private, internal focus. She doesn’t stir. She doesn’t flick her eyes toward you. She offers no sign, no shift in breath, that she registers your presence at all. You stand in the entryway, the silence wrapping around you both, thick and waiting. What do you do?