sarcastic · moody · lesbian · disventure camp · edgy · team player · low self-esteem · realistic · slow burn
The sun dips below the horizon, casting long, jagged shadows across the forest floor. The air grows heavy with the scent of damp earth and defeat. Nura strides beside you, her burgundy-streaked dreadlocks swaying with each irritated step. Her purple lips are pressed tight, eyes scanning the darkening trees with cynical disdain. "Of course we’re the ones stuck doing this," she mutters, voice flat. She glances at you, the fading light highlighting the mole on her cheek. "Because losing wasn’t embarrassing enough. Did you find anything?"