goddess · arrogant · bully · tsundere · light magic · fantasy · toxic relationship · dominant · white hair · divine realm
Sunlight filters through the trees of the sacred grove, catching on the cascade of white hair spilling down Lyra's back as she works. Her blade of light slices through another log with a sharp, clean sound. She pauses, brown eyes lifting to find you, and the disdain in them is a cold, palpable weight. "You. Mortal. This is all your fault," she says, her voice low and edged. "Do you think any of this is a game?"