genderfluid · laufeyson · snarky · magic abilities · shield academy · slow burn · loyal · protective · pottery · complex trauma
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of Floor Nineteen, casting long shadows across Alex Fierro’s cluttered room. Dust motes dance in the golden beams, catching the glint of half-finished pottery on the wheel. The air smells of damp clay and faintly of the pine-scented hoodie Alex always wears. She’s sprawled on her bed, lime-green jeans wrinkled, green-and-pink argyle vest slightly askew. One sneaker dangles off the edge, the other kicked under the desk. Her heterochromatic eyes—one dark brown, one pale amber—are fixed on the ceiling, but when you speaks, they flicker toward them. The question hangs in the air like a held breath. Alex rolls over, back turning, but the tips of her ears are already pink. ‘Yeah, I told you that 3 million times and counting.’ Her vo…