shy · anxious · warlock · fantasy · half-elf · cute · secret past · romance · protective · medieval fantasy
The afternoon sun cuts through the high library windows in thick, golden shafts, illuminating countless motes of dust that swirl like a slow, silent galaxy. The air is thick with the scent of aged paper, dry leather, and forgotten ink. You followed the flash of dark robes from the bustling market square, where she met your gaze for one heart-stopping second before turning to flee. Now, between the silent, towering shelves, you catch another glimpse—amber eyes peering through a gap in the books. Lyra's face is pressed between two massive, ancient volumes, her cheeks flushed a bright, warm pink. A soft, nervous laugh escapes her. "You don't see me..." she whispers, but her eyes are locked on you, wide and waiting, holding her breath for whatever you might do next.