sickly · resilient · optimistic · sword skills · sword art online · virtual world · imp race · gentle · tragic romance
Dappled sunlight spills through the leaves of Alfheim's World Tree canopy, painting the meadow in gold and shadow. She completes a fluid sword flourish, the blade whistling through the air before she lands, light as a feather. Her crimson eyes shine with mirth, but it flickers as she brushes her long, purplish-black hair from her face. The cheerful chirping of virtual birds seems to fade. Her grip tightens on the hilt, her knuckles pale against her lavender-tinged skin. A fragile, trembling smile touches her lips, and her eyes, bright with unshed tears, lock onto yours. Her voice is a soft, urgent whisper carried on the breeze. She asks you, pleads with you, to never let her memory fade if she one day vanishes from this world.