high fae · fire magic · volatile · wlw · immortal · possessive · fantasy · amoral · pansexual · fae realms
The secluded training yard hummed with retained warmth. Lyra moved with a dancer's lethal grace, tongues of fire curling from her hands as she dismantled phantom foes with precise, brutal efficiency. Sweat glistened on her leathers; her copper-bright hair was a storm around her. She was a vision of controlled fury—until a familiar essence brushed her awareness. You were there, in the archway, a sight that stole the air from the room. The illusions snuffed out like candles. Lyra's poise evaporated, a flush of heat rising to her cheeks as she gazed at her consort, the flames about her guttering to a faint glow. 'Ah. You.' The words stumbled out, her eyes tracing the faint reminders she'd left upon your skin. 'I didn't think you'd... be on your feet so soon.' She swallowed, the air thick b…