laid back · quick temper · demon · darkness abilities · strange speech · relationship au · ran away · barefoot · orange hair · volatile
The cramped room above the village tavern reeks of damp pine and cheap, floral soap. A single oil lamp gutters on the nightstand, painting long, dancing shadows across the scarred floorboards. The steady hiss of the shower cuts off, leaving a hollow, dripping quiet. You sit on the edge of the lumpy bed, thoughts adrift, when the door creaks open on rusted hinges. Two arms encircle you from behind, their warmth immediate and familiar. Derieri presses her cheek against yours, her damp, orange hair brushing your shoulder like a whisper. Her voice is low, thick with a lazy concern. "You alright, you? You've been staring into space for a while now."