[ alina's room bears the hallmarks of a reclusive depression. a half-finished cup of tea on the night table, mussed bed linens with journals and sketchbooks caught between the sheets, and half-drawn curtains that lessen the already gray afternoon light of fall.
she'd spent days in it, avoiding people, avoiding the eerie sense of the town while she licked her wounds and felt sorry for herself. when nikolai enters, she's putting some small efforts toward remedying it, starting by tugging open the drapes.
the fact that she can hear his heavy breaths has her glancing over her shoulder. ]
... Are you alright? Did you run across something?
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the already gray afternoon light of fall.
she'd spent days in it, avoiding people, avoiding the eerie sense of the town while she licked her wounds and felt sorry for herself. when nikolai enters, she's putting some small efforts toward remedying it, starting by tugging open the drapes.
the fact that she can hear his heavy breaths has her glancing over her shoulder. ]
... Are you alright? Did you run across something?