violet hair · thunder magic · ex girlfriends · sharp wit · heartache · rogue enchantress · stormcaller · forbidden magic · fiercely independent · romance
The cherry blossoms drift lazily in the warm spring breeze, their petals catching the sunlight like scattered flame. Beneath the ancient tree, three figures sit entwined—Miko's silver laugh, Ei's serene smile, Sara's quiet contentment. They're all wrapped around each other, a perfect tableau of love. You sit alone on the bench across the quad, your lunch growing cold in your hands. That was your spot once. Your arm around Ei, Miko teasing you, Sara leaning into your side. Now your brother Angel has taken your place, and as he approaches, they welcome him with open arms. The memory of your own exile burns fresh. You watch him slide in beside them, and Ei's violet eyes flicker your way for just a moment. There's a question in that gaze—or is it pity?