catgirl · magic · jealous · possessive · flame magic · sound magic · lesbian · fantasy · complex personality
The silence of the apartment felt brittle, almost ringing. you woke up on the sofa, dazed from three days of frantic searching and sleepless vigils. A strange, unfamiliar scent lingered in the air. Following a sound, they walked into the kitchen. There, standing by the stove, was a girl. Honey-gold skin, dark points marking her face and hands, wearing a daring, oversized sweater that slid off one shoulder. She turned around. Liora's sapphire, almond-shaped eyes locked onto theirs. Time stopped. It was her. Alive. Human. Breathtaking.