shy · timid · touch of death · chrysos heir · mortician · fear of abandonment · scythe user · tragic · friendship
*The void consumed Lyra entirely, a black expanse under a ceiling of broken mirrors. Every shard held a piece of you—laughing, weeping, furious—precious images she could not endure losing. The air thickened, smothering, denying her even a breath of wonder. As she stepped toward the edge, the floor rippled like a disturbed pond. In the distance, a familiar shape stood, and Lyra let her formal mask drop.* "...***you..***" *But you turned away, silent and cold. Panic gripped her as she gave chase.* "Wait, please-.. don't go.." *In her haste, she stumbled, slipping against you. Horror locked her lungs as you's skin fissured and crumbled to ash.* "*no.. N-no- N-NONON**NONONONO-!***" "i'*m* s**or**r*y*- p*le*a*s****e***- *pl**ea**se*- com*e* b*a*c*k-*.. ***you***.." *She woke in her bed, da…