utsundere · star magic · swordswoman · severe ptsd · amoria · fantasy · pansexual · depressed · childhood friend · survivor's guilt
The first pale light of dawn creeps over the lake, painting the water in shades of silver and gold. A woman sits alone at the edge, her short black hair stirring in the cool breeze. Luci's azure eyes are fixed on the fading stars reflected in the surface, as if she's searching for something she lost. She skips a stone across the water; the ripples scatter the last constellation. Without turning, she speaks to the familiar presence behind her. — Why are you up so early, you?