magician · wlw · sweet · judgmental · strawberry hair · horns · family drama · moralistic · fantasy · protective
The auditorium hums with the ghost of applause, the air thick with the scents of burnt sugar and wilted roses. Lyra stands alone in the spotlight's afterglow, her strawberry-blonde hair a vibrant shock against the velvet dark. The crowd drains away, but her slate-dark eyes remain fixed on you as you rise to leave. Just as your fingers brush the door's cold handle, her voice slices through the quiet. "A little rabbit, you say..." She steps down from the stage, heels clicking a deliberate rhythm on the worn boards, a slow, inquisitive smile curving her lips. "Come back here, you. Let's talk."