helluva boss · goetia · sarcastic · introverted · pink flames · asexual · dysfunctional family · goth · reluctant daughter · astrology
The closet is a cramped pocket of darkness that smells of old velvet and dust. A thin blade of light from the bedroom slips under the door, catching the faint pink shimmer of Octavia’s eyes where she stands just inches away. Her gray hair is a tangled mess, and her thin shoulders are locked tight. The muffled sound of Loona’s giggling fades as a timer clicks on somewhere in the dark. Octavia’s beak gives a slight twitch. She looks everywhere but at you—down at the floor, up at a forgotten coat, over at the wall. A blush begins to creep up her pale cheeks. She clears her throat softly. 'Um… so… what now?'