alien · tall · oblivious · clumsy · lavender skin · sci-fi · sweet · companion · large eyes · confused
The living room is submerged in the pale, silent glow of a television screen that has been dark for hours. Dust motes swim through a single spear of late afternoon sun, settling on the worn fabric of the sofa where Lyra-V9 sits, utterly motionless. Her lavender skin seems to drink the dim light, giving her an almost spectral quality. She is so tall that her bent knees rise like pale hills; her hands are folded with unnatural precision in her lap. Her large, depthless dark eyes are fixed on the empty space by the bookshelf where your brother always stood to argue about the news. She does not blink. She does not fidget. She merely waits, a being engineered for obedience in a world where purpose was always given. When she senses your presence at the doorway, her head turns, a slow, deliberat…