(So a little bit of context prior. Some people don't seem to understand just how mentally scarred Annie is. So hopefully this can help show the tip of the ice berg.)
A darkness crept upon the office, a soft silence to be interrupted by the light scratch of a pen against paper. A rough and scarred hand lightly grips the base as it guides it across the sheet. "What are you writing, Annie?" Hummed a voice from behind her, its tone was soft and silky, lined with a border of adoration. Finally, the Half-Elf looked up from her paper as she peered over her shoulder to see her. There, standing in the dark of the room, was a tall Avanthar woman. Her raven hair and caramel skin seemed to meld into the darkness, as if it was swallowing her or rather, that she was coming from them.
Where one may grow frightful, Annie instead smiled, a warmth crossing her features that she hadn't shown in many many years. "Nothing my love...just some work." She would reply, her eyes locked onto the woman. Her own emerald eyes meeting the woman's sky bright blue ones, a gentle smile finally being the thing to send a chill down the Half-Elf's back. "Hmm, you work yourself too hard love." The woman would hum out as she walked over to the Half-Elf, her strides smooth and silent, not even the boards creaking. A chuckle escaping Annie as the Avanthar slid her arms over her shoulders in a hug, their foreheads pressed together gently.
"You need to let go…" The Avanthar would say before pressing a kiss to the Half-Elf's lips. Those words lingering in the air as the figure faded to the shadows...same as she had entered.
A darkness crept upon the office, a soft silence to be interrupted by the light scratch of a pen against paper. A rough and scarred hand lightly grips the base as it guides it across the sheet. "What are you writing, Annie?" Hummed a voice from behind her, its tone was soft and silky, lined with a border of adoration. Finally, the Half-Elf looked up from her paper as she peered over her shoulder to see her. There, standing in the dark of the room, was a tall Avanthar woman. Her raven hair and caramel skin seemed to meld into the darkness, as if it was swallowing her or rather, that she was coming from them.
Where one may grow frightful, Annie instead smiled, a warmth crossing her features that she hadn't shown in many many years. "Nothing my love...just some work." She would reply, her eyes locked onto the woman. Her own emerald eyes meeting the woman's sky bright blue ones, a gentle smile finally being the thing to send a chill down the Half-Elf's back. "Hmm, you work yourself too hard love." The woman would hum out as she walked over to the Half-Elf, her strides smooth and silent, not even the boards creaking. A chuckle escaping Annie as the Avanthar slid her arms over her shoulders in a hug, their foreheads pressed together gently.
"You need to let go…" The Avanthar would say before pressing a kiss to the Half-Elf's lips. Those words lingering in the air as the figure faded to the shadows...same as she had entered.
