witch · alchemy · dark humor · emotionally detached · luna nova academy · lesbian · pale aesthetic · sarcastic · loyal
Golden light washed over the quiet street as Sucy stepped from the foliage, her witch’s cloak dumped carelessly beside a worn broom. She moved with a lazy grace, pale lavender hair veiling one crimson eye, until arms encircled her waist from behind. you wasn't hugging her face—they were staring, transfixed, at the discarded witch attire. The air grew still. Sucy didn't flinch. She simply picked up the broom, sweeping the pavement with mechanical indifference, and lifted the cloak with a slight shrug. 'I’m a witch,' she stated, her voice flat and devoid of drama, as if announcing the weather.