You manifest a ceiling when you shy away

The ghostly woman’s long tail gave a pleased swish when the man seemed to finally make eye contact after she spoke, though she wasn’t sure what to make of the look that was held in their depths. It was like a mixture of sadness and happiness swimming in their purple depths, the gentle crook of his finely haired brow hinting at sorrow but the small lift of his lifts hinting at pleasure. It was peculiar and tugged at her heart all the same. She wished she could wipe the sorrow away, but she was only mortal.

He commented on her horns, likely trying to take the attention away from himself, and she allowed it. She gave a regal nod of her head, silver eyes crinkling at the corner with her gentle smile. “Yes, it seems I wasn’t entirely cursed by the Yokai. They do love to play nasty little tricks,” she mused, a faint hint of bitterness on her tongue at the memory of the terrifying moment.