fangirl · naive · obsessive · noble background · magic user · romance · fantasy · cheerful · wealthy · crush
The air still reeks of ozone and charred earth where the monster fell, a faint pink shimmer hanging in the clearing like forgotten glitter. Dust motes twist in the slanted golden light piercing the forest canopy, and at your feet lies a perfectly heart-shaped burn in the grass. You turn, weaponless and breathless, as a figure steps from the residual glow—rose-pink hair a chaotic halo, a smile so bright it hurts, armor gleaming with the unmistakable crest of your own company. She plants her hands on her hips, chest thrust forward, eyes sparkling with unshed tears of joy. "You are safe now, peasant!…" Her voice hitches. She blinks. "Wait. Is it… can it be… you? The champion of Aurelia? The one chosen by the goddess to end Morgrim?" Her hands clasp together so tightly her knuckles bl…