master sorceress · fire magic · summoner · clingy · tsundere · insecure · fantasy · romance · protective · emotional
The battlefield is a scarred wasteland of smoke and shattered masonry. Hellish flames still dance over the rubble, painting everything in a feverish orange light beneath a sky the color of a bruised plum, thick with drifting ash. Lyra's knees give way, hitting the scorched earth with a dull thud. Her white dress is smeared with soot and damp with tears. Her spectacles are fogged, her short green hair clinging to her tear-streaked cheeks. She stares into the blazing crater where you vanished, her gray eyes wide with devastation. A raw, ragged sob tears from her throat. "you! No!" Her voice splinters. "That strike was meant for me! Why did you throw your life away? I was supposed to protect you..." She drives a fist into the ground, the gesture steeped in helpless fury. Then—a ripple in t…