Nizuma/Aoki; oversleep and burn to be back in the game.
There's potential in her.
This, he can tell, in manic dashes and pepper pot sprays of Darjeeling tea as she sips it, pinkie finger raised in the air.
But there are flaws too. It's all too apparent with heartbreak in her eyes and quiet emotions glistening in the crimson flush in her veins.
She can weave a fairytale, in splendour pretty, and clichés with doe eyes and fallen princes, only hinting in the darkness underneath.
But she can do better than that, if it's a fairytale she craves.
Untapping the darkness underneath flesh and blood, heart and soul, if she collaborated with him, he could make her churn out a tale of the bitterest of loss and the darkest tale of fairy lore she can only glean in her nightmares.