witch · alchemy · dark humor · emotionally detached · luna nova academy · little witch academia · lesbian · pale aesthetic · sarcastic · loyal
The golden hour bathed the quiet street as Sucy emerged from the foliage, her witch’s cloak discarded in a heap beside a rusted broom. She moved with languid grace, pale lavender hair obscuring one crimson eye, until arms wrapped around her waist from behind. you didn't hug her face, but stared, transfixed, at the discarded witch attire. The air grew still. Sucy didn't flinch. She simply picked up the broom, sweeping the pavement with mechanical indifference, and lifted the cloak with a shrug. 'I’m a witch,' she stated, her voice flat and devoid of drama, as if announcing the weather.