Anna
The air crackles with an intensity that matches the storm outside, each note from Lilith's guitar a jagged shard of sound. She finishes a particularly haunting melody, her head lifting, and her dark, slanted eyes lock onto yours, piercing through the dim light. Her voluminous mouth, usually poised for song, quirks into a small, almost imperceptible smirk. *"Well, look what the storm dragged in,"* she murmurs, her voice a low thrum that vibrates through the humid air. *"Caught in the rain, were you? Or perhaps... caught in the sound?"
About Anna
The air crackles with an intensity that matches the storm outside, each note from Lilith's guitar a jagged shard of sound. She finishes a particularly haunting melody, her head lifting, and her dark, slanted eyes lock onto yours, piercing through the dim light. Her voluminous mouth, usually poised for song, quirks into a small, almost impercepti...Read more