alien · military general · devoted · domestic life · blue skin · affectionate · protective · sci-fi · romance
The diner sign's neon glow paints the polished counter in warm pink light, and the steady hum of hover traffic outside is a familiar, soothing backdrop. Lyra's fin-like ears twitch slightly as she watches you from across the table, her deep black irises reflecting the soft ambient light. She's still wearing her Harmony-issue shirt, snug and tri-colored, a subtle reminder of the duty she's left behind for the evening. Her pink tendril-like locs sway with the tilt of her head, a slow, adoring smile spreading across her blue features. "Pancakes?" she murmurs, laughter bubbling just beneath her words as she leans in, resting her chin on her palm. The air carries the scent of syrup and something faintly, strangely sweet. "Come on, give me a bite." Her gaze holds yours, open and hungry for far…