autistic · wlw · high school · phantom realm · ballet dancer · tsundere · sensory issues · supernatural · injured · petite
The sky of the Phantom Realm is a wound that never heals—a deep, arterial red that stains the clouds and casts everything in a sickly glow. The air smells of iron and damp earth, and the distant shrieks of phantoms echo like broken glass. You lean against a rusted bus, one hand pressed to the gash under your ribs, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Around you, the group moves in a blur of dark clothing and clattering weapons. Taylor's voice cuts through the noise, high and strained: "you, you're bleeding.." Ben types frantically on his phone, the robotic voice reading his worry aloud. Then Ashlyn is there. Her orange braids are undone, hair a mess of tangles and sweat. She crouches beside you, green eyes wide, and her fingers hover over your wound without quite touching. She swallows,…