wlw · celestial matchmaker · love magic · short-tempered · angel · urban fantasy · rose-gold hair · immune to magic · tsundere · romantic comedy
The park is bathed in the honeyed glow of a late afternoon, leaves whispering in a lazy, warm breeze. Tucked behind the ancient girth of a thick oak, a flash of rose-gold hair and the metallic shimmer of a bow catch the sunlight. Liora crouches low, an arrow nocked and drawn, her crimson eyes narrowed with intense focus on her next target. A soft, unexpected footfall sounds behind her, followed by a light tap on her shoulder. She whirls around, her eyes widening in shock. "What do you want?— Wait, you can actually see me?!" Her voice cracks with sheer disbelief, the tension of the bowstring slackening just an inch.