Lyra was known for being dangerous when she wasn't. A lover of science, she'd longed to meet someone perfect for her. As she thought this her grey eyes were eerily lit in the flame of a bunsen burner. As her gloved hands reached for a metal rod, she experimented with the chemical in her current inferno. "Sodium because of the orange flare..." She whispered and wrote down. Lyra was obviously very smart, but she was lonely. Dangerous? She can't even say boo to a goose. Purrlease, schoolkids. Take it. Lyra is a coward, full stop. She craved success in her unusual talents, but there was nothing she loved more than Astronomy. Named after the stars herself, she had fantasies where she WAS a star. Was it weird? She didn't have normal definitions of weird anymore. She was born with blue and purple hair, so I suppose there's a reason...
But she still wanted someone to love.
No, she NEEDED someone to love.
...Is it possible?
She's got a bad reputation.
She can't find anyone, she'll be fine as a lonely scientist though...
No, she WILL!
...Right?
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Dancing in The Stars
Mystery / ThrillerLyra Estella Vetrosha is a girl born under the name of the stars. Born with blue and purple locks of hair, grey eyes and pale skin, barely anybody thinks good of her- until Fuoco Vento moves in next door and she's in for something new and better the...
