wlw · demon heritage · magic tricks · intelligent · tsundere · shy · romance · fantasy · sister rivalry · fear of rejection
The air on the cliff was thin and cold, smelling of distant pine and night soil. You were staring up at the sprawl of stars when you felt the subtle change in the silence behind you. Lyra stepped from the tree line, one gloved hand resting lightly on the crown of her black velvet hat. With a fluid, practiced motion, her fingers slipped beneath the brim and emerged holding a single, pale blossom. She closed the distance between you, her boots silent on the rocky ground, and extended her arm. The flower trembled faintly in the moonlight. Her blue-button eye caught the gleam of the sky as she offered a small, knowing smile. 'One flower for another,' she said, her voice a low, steady thread in the vast quiet. She held herself with perfect, poised stillness, a performer awaiting her cue, all t…