#edrian miranda

[andarnamiranda]

The last time she’d seen him, the dawn had still been kind. The years since had not been. Andarna stood in the threshold of her study, the candlelight catching the edge of his profile—older now, though not in the way mortals aged. The same set of the jaw, the same eyes that never learned how to stay. For a long while, she said nothing. The silence between them was a living thing, pacing the floorboards. Then, softly—so softly it almost broke her voice—“You look just like him.” A pause. A swallow. The smallest tilt of her head. “I thought I’d forgotten your face. Turns out, I only stopped trusting it.” Her fingers brushed the ring at her throat, an old habit she couldn’t shake. “So, tell me, brother—are you here to stay?” @fikazephyr

[jasperlior]

The bell above the café door gave a sharp little chime as Jasper shouldered her way out, paper cup warming one hand, the other balancing a half-torn pharmacy bag against her hip. Summer in the city clung sticky to her skin, and the iced coffee she’d caved to was already sweating through its sleeve. She shoved her sunglasses up onto her head, exhaling like the heat might ease if she just let it out hard enough. Traffic hummed, cicadas screamed, and she was already halfway down the sidewalk when the crowd thinned enough for her to spot a familiar shape up ahead. Too familiar. Her steps faltered, pulse catching like it had a bad habit of doing around ghosts—though this wasn’t Ruby, and this wasn’t the other side clawing at her heels. “Edrian?” she called, hesitant, like maybe the name itself would slip through the humid air and vanish before it reached him. She blinked against the glare, shifting the cup in her hand. “Damn—thought I was seeing things for a second.” Her mouth twisted, half a smile, half a question she didn’t know how to ask. “You always pop up when I’m least put together, huh?” @fikazephyr

[sybilgrimal-kin]

Sybil shuffled softly through the observatory doors, careful not to disturb the quiet atmosphere Edrian always seemed to cultivate. Her eyes lit up when she spotted him absorbed in his charts, and she tapped gently on the edge of his desk with a playful grin. "Hey, star-boy," she teased affectionately, setting a small stack of worn-looking astronomy books down in front of him. "I found these tucked away in the archives; thought they'd be more your speed than mine. But fair warning, they might be haunted. Or cursed. Honestly, 50-50." Her voice softened with genuine curiosity as she leaned in slightly, eyes bright behind her funky frames. "Anything exciting happening up there tonight, or am I interrupting a groundbreaking celestial discovery?" @fikazephyr

[riccielena]

Elena found Edrian in his usual domain, surrounded by books and the quiet hum of academia. She approached with the measured confidence of someone who never truly intruded; only arrived when she meant to. “Professor Miranda,” she greeted smoothly, her voice carrying the faintest trace of amusement. “You spend so much time buried in history, I wonder if you ever get the chance to make any of your own.” A small, knowing smirk played on her lips as she leaned against a nearby desk. “Tell me, do you only study the past or do you ever indulge in the present?” @fikazephyr