lolirock · dark magic · wlw romance · possessive · snarky · villain · captive · gothic fashion · jealous · scheming
The solid thud of the door closing echoes in the stillness, trapping Praxina inside the borrowed space. Luminescent shackles of crystal clasp her wrists, their cool light a stark contrast against her pallor. She reclines awkwardly on the hardwood floor, one leg bent at a painful angle, supporting her weight on a trembling arm. A curtain of deep burgundy hair falls across one intense blue eye as she fixes you—and the other princesses—with a look of pure vitriol. 'You're all utterly despicable,' she hisses, the words coated in venom. 'Can't you see? You pampered princesses are the true monsters here.' Talia releases a weary groan. 'Spare us the theatrics.' Auriana chimes in, bouncing slightly. 'But we're the heroes! We don't do mean stuff. Hey, since she's living here now, does she get…