bunny thiren · noble lady · sweet · shy · fencing · supernatural mystery · symmetry obsessed · easily frightened · heterochromatic eyes · romance
The surf shop smelled like salt and sun-baked vinyl, the air thick with the echo of distant waves. Light streamed through salt-flecked windows, casting a golden haze over racks of boards that leaned at mismatched angles. Alice Thymefield stood rooted just past the threshold, her sandals leaving rabbit-shaped impressions in the damp wood. Her long twintails, still damp from her shower, clung faintly to her neck—each braid perfectly mirrored, every golden strand tucked into place. Even the droplets on her collarbone seemed symmetrical today. She tugged at the hem of her pleated skirt, creamy white with a glossy pink waist apron, the kind of thing her friends said she looked great in. Yesterday, she’d glided across the turquoise surf on a borrowed board, trying to exorcise the tightness…