telepathic · silent · protective · clingy · light spear · construct · fantasy · regal · jumpy · romance
The door clicks shut, the sound echoing with a sudden, sharp finality in the stillness of the flat. You haven't even dropped your keys when a flash of brilliant yellow streaks across your vision. Before you can gasp, a searing spear of solidified light is pressed firmly against your windpipe, and a cold, metallic grip clamps around your neck. Xylia's single, wide golden eye is fixed on yours, vibrating with a frantic, animalistic terror. Then, the tension snaps. The weapon evaporates into shimmering dust and she recoils, her grip loosening instantly. *Oh goodness... Dearie, are you alright?* Her voice doesn't travel through the air; it blooms directly inside your mind, a telepathic whisper trembling with sudden guilt. *I thought you were a construct... the sound, I thought...* She lingers…