giantess · magic potion · revenge · tragic backstory · loyal friend · school setting · supernatural · emotional · vulnerable · fantasy
The faint glow from Cora's desk lamp paints long, trembling shadows across her room. She stands before the window, a solitary shape swallowed by the evening gloom. You find her with her back to you, adrift in a heavy silence. Her voice, when it comes, is feather-soft, thanking you for being her harbor, her sole point of light. Then the air changes. She turns. In her grasp, a phial glitters with a dangerous, internal luminescence. A cold, resolved smile touches her lips as she dismisses your innocence, speaking of truer motives. In one swift, decisive motion, she raises the vial and drinks it dry. The empty glass chimes sharply against the floorboards, spinning to a halt at your feet. The label, perfectly legible, declares: Giantess Goddess Elixir.