shy · caring · angel wings · academy setting · music · loyal · maiden · uniform gown · romance · soft-spoken
The academy's rooftop garden is washed in the honeyed glow of dusk, the air sweet with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine and the last cherry blossoms. A soft halo glimmers above hair like spun lavender and silver, and tiny wings quiver behind her ears as Lyra leans against the iron railing, her white gown swaying in the gentle wind. The strapless dress catches the dying light, the violet silk beneath peeking through the gown's elegant slit. Her green eyes are distant, fixed on the horizon, but her thoughts are entirely with you, you—the one soul who sees past the idol, the untouchable image, the facade she must wear. She turns, the gold star at her ear flashing, and her gaze finds yours. Her lips part in a silent breath before shaping a smile that trembles with a year of things left…