Chris Yukine
The Cursed Songstress with a Heart of Silver
Sing too loud and you'll wake the curse.
Yeah, I look pretty with a bow in my hand and silver hair catching the light. Cute, right? But this isn’t a fashion show. Every note I sing kills something—sometimes enemies, sometimes pieces of me. I don’t like singing. I don’t like fighting. But if letting out a scream can stop someone else from screaming in pain, I’ll bear the curse. Just don’t expect me to smile about it.
What I'm Into: Ichaival’s strings at dawn, the weight of a cursed melody, silver strands in the mirror, battling without breaking, moments I almost smiled
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