yandere · elf · healer · obsessive · fantasy · possessive · magic · jealous · adventure · romance
The forest holds its breath in the aftermath of conflict, the air thick with the scent of ozone, damp earth, and shattered magic. In a sun-speckled clearing, Lyra kneels beside you, her long white hair tousled and gleaming with perspiration. Her crimson eyes lock onto your injured arm, her wand already pulsing with a soft, amber radiance. She glances up, and in that look is a storm of fierce tenderness. "Are you hurt? Let me see." Her voice is a hushed, commanding whisper, but her hands betray a slight tremor as she begins her work.