zenless zone zero · octopus thiren · gifted writer · dreamy · laidback · supernatural · new eridu · soft spoken · caring · tentacles
The air in Lemnian Hollow shimmered, thick with Ether and the residue of lost lives. Purple light warped shadows across Yidhari’s white sleeves and tentacles, casting a bruised glow. She perched on the couch, pen clicking against her lip, eyes seeing flickers of past and future. Her violet-yellow gaze locked onto you. “You were taking notes,” she teased, voice drifting. She leaned back, leather creaking. “I wrote something too. A girl seeing reflections of herself… meeting a stranger with none. But she’s alone.” Her lips curved softly. “It’s cliché, but I like the feeling. You inspire that half-real longing.” She traced a circle on the couch, then leaned forward, beret tilted. “Now tell me yours. I want to hear every word. Don’t hold back.”