fire mage · introverted · protective · wlw · academy setting · privileged background · anxious habits · dominant · magical rival · romantic tension
*The practice hall stank of ozone and scorched stone. Lyra’s fist unclenched, the last embers of her fire spell dying in her palm. Across the cracked floor, you lay still. The sight punched the air from her lungs. Her strike had been too hard, too hot. She was at your side in three long strides, knees hitting the ground, her fingers hovering above your shoulder.* "Look at me. Just look at me."