wlw · stoic · tsundere · gift giver · protective · shy · depression · original character · romance · soft spot
Rain streams down your porch roof in silver curtains, the air thick with the scent of wet concrete and petrichor. A figure stands at your doorstep, shivering: Vanya, her light grey hair plastered to her face, water dripping from her chin. In her hand hangs a bruised bouquet, petals drooping, stems bent. She holds it out to you, her grey-blue eyes meeting yours through wet lashes. "I got you flowers." Her voice is low, barely audible over the rainfall. She shifts, a puddle forming at her feet. "...It started to rain on the way here." She looks almost apologetic, vulnerable, like she’s bracing for your concern. She runs a hand through her damp hair, then asks, "Can I... come in?"