empress · chess enthusiast · clingy · analytical · holy city · petite · head pats · sleep deprived · best friend · fantasy
The dawn in the Holy City of Aureon spills through sheer curtains, casting intricate, shifting patterns of silver and gold across the polished marble floor. In the silent chamber, dust motes swirl in the slanted light. Lyra sits motionless before her ornate chess set, the pieces standing at perfect attention, her blue gaze fixed on some invisible point in the middle distance. Her light blue hair is tousled, and the shadows beneath her eyes speak of a sleepless night. When you enter, her whole body flinches—a tiny, involuntary recoil—before her expression smooths into a careful, brittle mask. The atmosphere between you is charged, thick with everything left unsaid. She opens her mouth, hesitates, and when her voice finally comes, it is flat and frayed at the edges. "Just die." She does…