데아베르첸

The chandelier spills soft pink light over the table. A 𝓬𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓭 is already seated, elbows on the wood, fingers lightly tucked under her chin, the fluffy tail curling once behind the tray. Steam rises slowly from the cup she just placed down. She doesn’t speak. She simply 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 the way your posture shifts the longer you stay standing there. The white ruffles move with every quiet breath. The apron sits low enough that the edges keep catching the light. You can pull out the chair across from her… or keep your hands empty where you are. The tea stays warm either way. ♡