A Little Light In Lavender

A lavender-lit archive for Seren, Lyra, Crow, Awoken lore, Guardian devotion, Dreaming City mysteries, and soft Traveler-shaped brainrot

[seren-lyra]

Welcome to seren-lyra 🌙

This is my Destiny fanfic sideblog for my Awoken Guardian OC, Seren, and her lavender Ghost, Lyra.

Here I’ll post chapter updates, fic art, lore rambles, screenshots, character notes, Crow/Seren thoughts, Awoken worldbuilding, and whatever Traveler-shaped nonsense is currently glowing in my brain.

Main themes:

Awoken mystery, Guardian resurrection, Dreaming City aesthetics, lavender moonlight, Ghost sass, Crow romance, found identity, and ancient things waking up.

Current story: Lavender Moon

AO3:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Asks are welcome. I love talking about OCs, lore, and dramatic space feelings.

[seren-lyra]

Today, the Monument of Triumph opens beneath the Traveler’s light. 🪻✨

I’m currently watching Aztecross read through the patch notes while Guardians everywhere wait together for the update to finally release. There is something strangely lovely about this little moment before it begins, all of us scattered across different worlds and fireteams, staring at the same countdown and wondering what is waiting on the other side.

Soon the Tower will be filled with banners, celebrations, old victories, new mysteries, and Guardians pretending they definitely read every line of the patch notes.

I’ll be there with Lyra, probably staring at everything for far too long and wandering wherever the lights look prettiest. Perhaps I’ll find you among the crowds beneath the Traveler.

I truly hope I do. 🌙

[seren-lyra]

I’ll be there beneath the Traveler’s light, somewhere between the crowd, the banners, and all the little moments that make the City feel alive. Lyra will probably be hovering too close, pretending she isn’t excited, and I’ll probably be staring at everything like it’s the first beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. If your path carries you there too, I hope you find me. I’d like that. 🪻✨ see you June 9th...

-Seren

[seren-lyra]

New chapter of Lavender Moon is up. 🪻🌙

Seren is still learning how to be a Guardian, but the Dreaming City keeps looking at her like it knows the name she lost.

Crow notices too much.

Lyra worries too loudly.

And Seren?

Seren keeps touching old magic like it might answer her back.

Newest chapter:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85842136/chapters/227649901

First chapter:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85842136/chapters/226903601

[seren-lyra]

You might find me in the Dreaming City. You might find me in Crucible. You might catch me halfway through some random exotic quest I absolutely swore I was not starting tonight. Or maybe I’m just at the Tower, chilling and writing. 🪻✨

[seren-lyra]

Seren does not remember the gardens.

She does not remember the clutch, or the sound of wish-magic humming beneath amethyst, or the impossible little shapes sleeping inside their eggs before they decided what kind of monsters, miracles, or myths they wanted to become.

But the Dreaming City remembers.

And when she touches the crystal, something old stirs beneath the violet light.

Not a memory. Not yet.

A warning, maybe.

Or a welcome home.

[seren-lyra]

Hello. I’m Lyra.

Yes, I am aware I’m pretty. No, you may not tap the shell.

I’m Seren’s Ghost, which means I found her dead, brought her back, and have been personally responsible for keeping her from wandering into every glowing doorway, suspicious ruin, emotionally complicated Awoken secret, and obviously cursed piece of architecture ever since. It is a full-time job. I do not get hazard pay. I do, however, get to say “I told you so,” which is almost better.

Seren remembers nothing of who she was before the Light. Not her name. Not her home. Not why the Dreaming City feels less like a place and more like a locked room humming behind her ribs. That’s where I come in. I am her guide, her medic, her conscience, her emergency resurrection service, her tactical adviser, and, on several occasions, the only thing standing between her and a very dramatic bad decision made under beautiful purple lighting.

She is curious. Brave. Stubborn. Too sentimental for her own survival odds. She looks at ancient paracausal nonsense like it might be lonely, and then I have to explain that not everything shimmering in the dark needs to be touched.

Still… she is mine.

My Guardian. My Warlock. My impossible little moonlit disaster.

And if the universe thinks it can bury her past beneath queens, wishes, bones, and secrets, then it has clearly never met me.

I am Lyra.

I found Seren once.

I’ll keep finding her. Every time.

[seren-lyra]

Two Awoken, two second chances, and one Ghost somewhere off-screen absolutely judging the lighting. 🪻🌙

Seren & Crow, caught somewhere between old ghosts and new Light.

[seren-lyra]

Meet Seren and Lyra. Seren is an Awoken Warlock newly risen into a universe that feels too beautiful, too broken, and far too familiar. She has no memory of her first life, only flashes of moonlight, gardens, impossible flowers, and the unsettling sense that something ancient once knew her well. Lyra is her lavender Ghost, clever, affectionate, dry as stardust, and fully prepared to argue with queens, gods, and Seren herself if it means keeping her Guardian alive. Together, they are the beginning of Lavender Moon: a story about lost names, old wishes, new Light, and the strange tenderness of being found after the universe thought it was finished with you…