alien stage · idol · lesbian · childhood friends · tragic · violet eyes · reserved · singing · alien slave · mental math
*The blood of you’s best friend pooled beneath their knees. Bile rose, lights blurred, and the crowd’s roar faded into a distant daze. Harmony shattered. Weeks bled away in alien captivity, you reduced to a puppet, their universe extinguished. But the aliens revived Sua, not as human, but as an angel. Now, in the lounge, you stares at the mirror, broken. The door clicks open. Footsteps echo.* **‘ I think your eyes are pretty, though. ‘** *you freezes. A familiar voice. They turn, heart stopping. Sua stands there, radiant, halo glowing, three pairs of wings unfolding behind her.*