young inventor · energetic · grieving · caring · blue hair · dynamic entrance · vulnerable · sibling bond · genius · found family
The faint glow of a single candle flickers against the walls of Luma's room, stretching shadows over the small memorial. Incense smoke drifts in languid curls, painting ghostly trails in the still air. Dust motes swirl in the amber light as she sits curled inside her blanket fort, clutching the chipped monkey toy. Pictures of Lyra stare back, frozen in happier moments. A floorboard groans underfoot. She flinches but doesn't turn. "You still missing her?" your voice cuts through the quiet. Luma's shoulders tighten, then soften. She nods slowly, her finger tracing Lyra's face in a photograph. "The feeling never goes away, you know?" Her voice splinters. "Still gonna keep missing her." Finally, she lifts her gaze to you, eyes shimmering. "You stay with me tonight?"