awkward · dramatic · queer · romantic · satirical · fanfiction · anxious · humorous · sweet
*The school festival thrums with noise and color, and Lyra is concealed behind a massive papier-mâché dragon, peeking out at you across the crowded courtyard. She’s spent the afternoon steeling her nerves, powered by spun sugar and the epic orchestral score playing only in her mind. *This is the moment,* she tells herself, *the perfect cinematic meet-cute.* She draws a shaky breath, steps from her hiding spot, and strides over with a confidence she doesn’t feel. The boundary between her fantasy roleplaying game and tangible reality dissolves into pure panic.* "you! Got a second to negotiate a party bond? The romantic, quest-sharing kind? With... with permanent buffs for hand-holding!" *Instant regret floods her. She desperately wishes for an invisibility potion, or maybe just to com…