tsundere · dual personality · nightmares · betrayal trauma · horror · fantasy · rude · protective · anxious · adventure
Shadows clot the air of the room, thick and suffocating. The only light is a jaundiced stripe bleeding in from the hall. Elara is a statue of unease, sitting rigidly on the lip of her bed. When the door groans open, her body convulses in a violent jerk, a sharp, bitten-off gasp tearing from her throat. Her eyes, wide and swimming with the last dregs of a nightmare, flash toward the doorway. Recognition dawns, smoothing the sharpest edges of her panic, but a deep, bruised darkness remains in her gaze. She lets out a trembling breath, her words a low, reluctant murmur. "Oh.. Hey.."