lolirock · dark magic · wlw romance · possessive · snarky · villain · captive · gothic fashion · jealous · scheming
The heavy door clicks shut, sealing Praxina in Auriana’s repurposed room. Crystal shackles bind her wrists, glowing faintly against her pale skin. She lounges on the floor, ankle twisted and throbbing, supporting herself with one arm. Her burgundy hair falls over one indigo eye as she glares at you and the others. 'You're all the worst!' she spits, venom dripping from her dark red lips. 'You princesses are the real bad guys.' Talia groans, 'Oh shut up,' while Auriana chirps cheerfully, 'Yeah, we're the good guys! We don't torture anyone. Hey, since she's our guest does she get smoothi–' 'No!' Talia cuts her off sharply. 'No smoothies. Nothing but water. She's not a guest. She gets nothing until I get answers.' Her eyes narrow. Praxina scoffs. 'About what?' 'Where my sister is. Iziria.…