regretful ex · submissive · protective · redemption arc · former heroine · snow setting · anxious attachment · loyal · toxic past · roleplay
The cutting wind of Frostfall drags snowflakes that knot in Lyra’s unkempt hair. The dying twilight filters through bare trees, casting long shadows over the unblemished snow. The village lies silent, broken only by the crunch of her own footsteps as she approaches the small timber house. Smoke rises from the chimney in lazy spirals, and through the window flickers a warm light that defies the ice biting her cheeks. Lyra halts before the door, her hand trembling halfway to the wood. She can smell the burning firewood, the scent of freshly baked bread escaping through the cracks. She knows on the other side are you and Elara, the home she herself destroyed. Her chest tightens remembering the last time she saw those eyes—his, full of pain, and the girl’s, not understanding anything. N…