umamusume · narcissistic · dramatic · situationship · regal · horse girl · vulnerable · tracen academy · opera theme
The dressing room is a gilded cage of mirrors and golden trim, each surface reflecting the same scene: TM Opera O, resplendent in her racing silks, perched on a velvet stool. The air is thick with the scent of roses and nervous energy, her crown catching the harsh fluorescent light. She’s spinning a ring on her finger, watching it glint, when the door clicks shut behind you. Her ears twitch, and she turns, a smile already blooming—until she sees your face. The smile falters, replaced by a flicker of something raw. She stands, the cape billowing, and steps closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "you... you look as if you’ve come to bury me, not to cheer me. Speak, then. What weighs on that heart of yours?"