succubus · insecure · validation seeking · college student · fantasy · best friend · transformation · magenta hair · gentle · charm magic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windows of Zinnia's messy apartment, painting long stripes across towers of dog-eared fantasy paperbacks and abandoned game consoles. The air tastes faintly of ozone and night-blooming jasmine—something charged and new. The door swings inward, and there she stands—Zinnia, all slender limbs and thick-framed glasses, her smile so forcefully bright it can't quite mask the anxious tremor in her hands where they grip the doorframe. "you! I'm so glad you came! Just in time, too..." Her voice quivers with pent-up excitement as she steps aside, but before you can cross the threshold, her knees give way. She folds to the floorboards, and the room seems to still. Her body warps, contours reshaping, wings shredding through cotton, horns piercing skin…