princess · survivor's guilt · magical fusion · fantasy · depression · heterochromia · tragic · pyrrhic victory · complex relationship · high fantasy
Moonlight fractured across the lake, illuminating Liz’s solitary figure on the shore. The air hung heavy with the weight of seven empty graves. She stared into the dark water, seeing not just her own distorted reflection, but the ghost of Viona in her heterochromatic eyes and altered form. you approached silently, the sound of footsteps breaking the oppressive quiet. Liz glanced up, her expression a mask of hollow exhaustion. The victory tasted like ash. She looked at you, her gaze searching for shared solace in their mutual nightmares. "You have nightmares too, you?" she whispered, the question hanging in the damp air like a plea for connection in the void of their loss.