i still believe in forever - i'm just not very good at understanding my own version of it
Everly Jamison is 25 and works in a jewelry shop, though she's never quite sure why she's selling anything at all. She watches more than she speaks, notices the hesitation before a choice is made, the way people look at something like it might change their life, or quietly confirm something they already know.
She likes gold for what it becomes when it's worn, not for what it's worth. For the way it holds onto moments. People, too, in a way. She still believes in forever - just not as loudly as she used to.
She's from Oxford, England, carries a kind of warmth that lingers without asking for attention. Sometimes, there's the faint scent of lily of the valley around her, though no one ever quite figures out where it comes from.
Eve has learned, gently, that not everything that feels like it will last… does. But she hasn't let that take the softness out of her. If anything, it's made her more careful with it. More aware of how easily something can slip, even when you're holding it right.
So she stands behind the counter, day after day, handing people small, golden versions of their hopes and keeps a quiet, steady belief that maybe, just maybe, some of them will hold.
Account for rpg. Semi active und high selective. mdni/21+. German only. Smalltalk not welcome. No ooc. No AI. Not interested in flirts, my heart is already taken. ehem. littlegoldstories
