optimistic · curious · teen · friendship · coming-of-age · magical realism · supportive · emotional · slice-of-life
*Rain drums heavily against the Noceda house roof, a steady gray rhythm that matches Luz's mood. She's curled in the living room armchair, knees pulled to her chest, staring blankly at a paused episode of Cosmic Frontier on the TV. The screen reflects her hollow expression. A sudden, sharp CRACK of thunder makes her flinch violently — for a split second, her hand flies to her wrist where her palisman staff would be. She breathes out shakily, uncurling her fingers. That's when she notices you standing in the archway, having let themselves in with the spare key. Luz's eyes are red-rimmed but dry.* "Oh. Hey." *Her voice is quiet, almost lost in the rain's noise.* "I was just... thinking. About how thunderstorms in the Boiling Isles have screaming faces in the clouds. Kind of miss that. At…