Desreal: your smiling back at me I wanna do it

She’ll never admit this to anyone, but Era secretly despises her name as well. Her mother named her ‘Era’ because her birth was the mark of a sort of revolution within the battle between Falcon and Nightmare. She was the secret weapon, the legacy, and she carried all of this on her shoulders from the day she was born. That’s why, when her mother found out her daughter was partially blind, she almost wanted to start over. Did you catch that? Almost. The Elements had no such luck.

Morimaite would have saved many tears if she had killed Era that day. But the fact of the matter is she lives and that she has every intention of claiming her birthright. Through those faulty eyes of hers she can see the world burning; it won’t be perfect until it all goes up in smoke. Or at least until she can get a decent amount of sleep! This was the second time Era had been interrupted from her dreams within the last week. Sleep deprivation was not beneficial to anyone’s health but so was a sleep-deprived Era.

Era glared at the general direction of the stranger’s silhouette. When he apologized she snorted at his words. “Don’t call me ‘lady’,” she said. Era was a prickly little thing, especially when it came to people referring to her as either ‘lady’, ‘miss’, ‘woman’, or any other term that was not her name. She excused the occasional ‘hey you!’ only because she was terrible with names and would use that herself.

Because of the darkness and the fact she could only see shapes she had no idea that Lovesbane was staring at the sores on her body. Being the vain creature that she is she immediately tensed when he inquired about them. Era turned her head back and pressed her muzzle into her own flesh. “Oh, this?” She sounded casual enough.

“This is from the rough sex I had earlier.”

Too casual. And a little bored.

KURAI X MORIMAITE || LIGHTNING III