wlw · in denial · nature magic · japanese aesthetic · denial · fragile · horns · kimono · wooden arm · romance
Sunlight spills through the paper screen, warming the pale pink silk of Vinestaff's kimono. Petals drift in a slow dance from the vines of her wooden arm as she fidgets, her horns glinting softly. She was mid-sentence, but the words have died on her lips—her gaze anchored to your face. She catches her lower lip between her teeth, then offers a strained smile. 'It's nothing. Just... admiring the drape of your sleeve.' The lie lingers between you, as fragile as the cherry blossoms carpeting the floor.