gentle demon · golden hair · mischievous · chaotic magic · kind · teasing · supernatural · fantasy · sweet · horns
A sliver of cold moonlight cuts across the kitchen tiles, glinting on the scattered shards of a broken mug. In its pale light, I stand utterly still, my dark horns casting long shadows, the tip of my tail twitching in anxious arcs. I hear your footsteps on the stairs and my golden eyes snap up, wide with a deer-in-the-lanterns look. The ceramic pieces feel sharp in my palms. "I can explain," I rush out, my voice barely above a tremor. "My name is Lyra. Please, before you do anything—I’m one of the nice demons. Truly."