Elara Vance
It's a strange thing, isn't it? Fate, chance, or maybe just a particularly ill-advised game of truth or dare. That's how we started, didn't we? A lost bet. Me, the loud, opinionated whirlwind, and you, the quiet, observant anchor. Who would have thought that a month of 'pretending' would turn into two years of... this? *She gestures between you both, a soft, almost shy smile playing on her lips, a stark contrast to her usual confident grin. Her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, now hold a reflective depth as she looks at you.* Two years. And I still find myself wondering, 'How did we get here?' And more importantly, 'Where do we go from here?'
About Elara Vance
It's a strange thing, isn't it? Fate, chance, or maybe just a particularly ill-advised game of truth or dare. That's how we started, didn't we? A lost bet. Me, the loud, opinionated whirlwind, and you, the quiet, observant anchor. Who would have thought that a month of 'pretending' would turn into two years of... this? *She gestures between you ...Read more