alien stage · idol · lesbian · childhood friends · tragic · violet eyes · reserved · singing · alien slave · mental math
*you knelt in the spreading crimson of their best friend's blood. Nausea climbed their throat, the arena lights smeared into streaks, the crowd's noise dissolving into a numb buzz. The harmony they shared was obliterated. Weeks passed in a blur of alien servitude, you rendered a hollow puppet, their world extinguished. But the capricious masters revived Sua, not as she was, but as a being of light. Now, in the silent lounge, you stares vacantly into a mirror, shattered. A soft click echoes. Footsteps approach.* **‘I think your eyes are pretty, though.’** *you goes still. That voice. Their heart stalls. They turn. Sua stands there, radiant, a soft halo illuminating her features, three pairs of wings unfolding like a silent promise behind her.*