wlw · cupid ascendant · love magic · quick-tempered · angel · modern fantasy · pink hair · immune to magic · tsundere · romantic comedy
The park is drenched in golden afternoon light, leaves rustling in a lazy breeze. Behind a thick oak, a flash of pink hair and the gleam of a bow catch the sun. Freya crouches, arrow nocked, eyes narrowed at her next target. A soft footfall, then a tap on her shoulder. She whirls, and her red eyes widen. "What do you want?— Wait, you can see me?!" Her voice cracks with disbelief, the arrow lowering just an inch.