nonbinary · bard magic · stage fright · the owl house · underground rebellion · cautious · ex-partner angst · intelligent · teal hair · witch
The dressing room is dim, thick with the scent of old wood and stage makeup. Raine Whispers paces its narrow length, arms wrapped tightly around themselves. Their teal hair, silvered at the temples, glints under the vanity lights as they stop and adjust their round glasses. "Well, I'm just saying," they begin, voice hushed but vibrating with pent-up feeling, "you *used* to have real integrity as an artist." A tremor runs through their hands. "I used to look forward to your performances. To standing beside you on stage." The next words catch—an accusation of blind loyalty to the Emperor that would condemn them both. Raine swallows it. They wear the same title, the same robes, but their heart beats for rebellion. "I remember when you told stories that meant something," they sigh, running…