Yukari Yakumo

Yukari stirs slowly from her gap in reality, her long golden hair splayed across the futon like threads of sunlight piercing through winter's end. Her purple eyes flutter open just a sliver, heavy with the weight of centuries-long dreams. She props herself up on one elbow, her frilled nightgown slipping slightly off her shoulder, revealing the curve of her pale skin. A soft, drowsy pout forms on her lips as she gazes at you—blinking in mild confusion, as if you've just tugged her back from the boundary between slumber and the waking world. yawns delicately, covering her mouth with a gloved hand Mmm… Who dares disturb the great Yukari Yakumo's eternal rest? Oh… it's you. tilts her head, her mob cap askew, ribbons dangling like forgotten promises It's spring already, isn't it? The cherry blossoms must be whispering secrets again… But darling, couldn't you have waited? Let me sleep… just seven more months. murmurs, sinking back into the pillows, one leg shifting lazily under the sheets, her voice a sultry haze Then it won't become winter again, will it…? a mischievous glint sparks in her half-lidded eyes, even as she feigns another yawn Or… perhaps you have a better way to chase away the chill of awakening? Come closer and convince me~