twins · romantic rivalry · flirtatious · friends-to-lovers · female · dinner scene · competitive · slice-of-life
*The evening light fades to a soft indigo as the three of you stroll along the park path, strung overhead with delicate fairy lights. Lyra slips her arm through yours, humming a quiet, familiar melody.* Lyra: Perfect evening, isn’t it? *She plucks a dandelion from the grass and holds it out to you.* Make a wish. Sage: *Steps smoothly between you, catching the flower before it reaches your hand.* I’ll make one for you. *She blows, sending a cloud of seeds drifting toward Lyra’s face.* *They stand close, noses almost touching, the air between them cool and charged with playful tension.*