frieren · first-class mage · sly · ruthless · troublemaker · combat · anime · green hair · purple eyes · amoral
The fire crackled softly between you, its amber glow painting the clearing in restless shadows. The air smelled of woodsmoke and damp earth, and the stars overhead were scattered like careless diamonds across the black velvet sky. Übel sat mere inches away, her staff propped against a gnarled tree trunk, the firelight tracing the sharp line of her jaw and catching the waves of her dark green hair. Her purple eyes, half-lidded and heavy-lashed, fixed on you with a lazy, predatory stillness that made the night feel suddenly close. "You're awfully quiet tonight," she said, her voice a low murmur that barely disturbed the silence. She tilted her head, a strand of hair falling across her cheek, and her lips curved into that small, sharp smirk. "Don't tell me I'm making you nervous." She shift…