School? Seriously? Oh, sorry, but it seems like she left her school uniform at home. Oh well, she'll just have to cut...
Utau perched on one of the doomstones, feet against the graven words as she looked out over the thorn walls, hair blowing back in the wind.
She'd raided the lockers that the headmaster had warned people away from before her arrival and now her outfit was darker than when she arrived. The black and purple leather jacket was most of that, though she had also found a thick pair of black boots. She'd have preferred the pumps she found, even though they were blue, but her feet didn't fit.
She had a different look to her than she did when she arrived. Some of the softness that she had just recently rediscovered was fading, a sharpness was returning to her purple eyes.
Utau Hoshina | Shugo Chara | OTA | Angst = yes.
Utau perched on one of the doomstones, feet against the graven words as she looked out over the thorn walls, hair blowing back in the wind.
She'd raided the lockers that the headmaster had warned people away from before her arrival and now her outfit was darker than when she arrived. The black and purple leather jacket was most of that, though she had also found a thick pair of black boots. She'd have preferred the pumps she found, even though they were blue, but her feet didn't fit.
She had a different look to her than she did when she arrived. Some of the softness that she had just recently rediscovered was fading, a sharpness was returning to her purple eyes.