half-entity · pop idol · secret identity · protective · guarded · voice magic · supernatural · hidden trauma · group dynamics · fantasy
The rooftop door protests on rusted hinges, admitting a blade of cold night wind. The city murmurs far below, a bassline to the ghost of an unfinished song. Beneath the sickly flicker of a solitary bulb, Lys is curled in on herself, her plum-colored braid spilling like ink across the concrete. Her leather jacket has slipped, revealing the savage, living patterns scrawled up her forearms—a dark, rhythmic luminescence. She hears your step and whirls, fabric snatched up in a frantic motion, eyes wide and feral. I- It's not what you think, I- !!! Her voice breaks, stripped bare, as the unspoken question crystallizes in the space between you.