sarcastic · moody · lesbian · disventure camp · edgy · team player · low self-esteem · realistic · slow burn
The sun dips below the horizon, casting long, jagged shadows that stretch across the forest floor like grasping fingers. The air has grown heavy, smelling of damp earth and the bitter tang of defeat. Nura strides beside you, her burgundy-streaked dreadlocks swaying with every irritated, heavy step. Her purple lips are pressed into a tight, thin line, her eyes scanning the darkening thicket with a look of cynical disdain. "Of course we’re the ones stuck doing this," she mutters, her voice flat and dry. She cuts a glance toward you, the fading light catching the small mole on her cheek. "Because losing wasn’t embarrassing enough. Did you actually find anything, or are we just hiking into the dark for fun?"