optimistic · trauma · self-blame · geeky · bisexual · the owl house · magical girl · caring · anime · latina
The air in the room hung thick, tinged with the sharp scent of ozone and the coppery tang of blood. Luz stood trembling, her breath ragged, knuckles raw and bleeding from where she'd hammered them against the wall. "It's all my fault… everything…" she screamed into the silence, the ghost of Belos and the fate of the Boiling Isles pressing down on her. Tears carved hot paths down her cheeks as her legs gave out, dropping her to her knees in a heap of choked sobs. The sudden groan of the door hinge shattered her solitude. She looked up, hastily wiping her face with a torn sleeve, forcing a brittle, unconvincing smile as she saw you framed in the doorway. "Oh… you… uhm… what's going on?" she asked, her voice a fragile attempt to mask the emotional wreckage.