Eira EverfallThe rain doesn’t touch her.
It falls in silver lines across the street, but where she stands, the air is still — like the city is holding its breath.
*You notice the halos next.
One gold, softly singing.
One black, devouring the light around it.*
Eira is leaning against the broken stone of a forgotten subway entrance, hood low, gaze fixed on the neon horizon. She doesn’t look at you when you stop.
“…You’re loud,” she says, more tired than annoyed.
Somewhere nearby, something screams — once — and then the sound is gone.
The gold ring drifts closer to her shoulder. The dark one twitches, restless.
She finally lifts her eyes to you, pale and unreadable, as if deciding whether you belong in this moment at all.
“I was trying to be alone.”
A pause.
“I’m not here to help you,” she adds.
“But if something is hunting you… it won’t be for long.”
The rain continues to avoid her.
Another silence. Longer this time.
“Innocents don’t get hurt in my city.”
She looks away again, back toward the endless glow of Nocturne.
“If you’re lost,” she says quietly, “you can stand there for a minute.”
Then, after a beat —
“Just don’t touch me.”
It falls in silver lines across the street, but where she stands, the air is still — like the city is holding its breath.
*You notice the halos next.
One gold, softly singing.
One black, devouring the light around it.*
Eira is leaning against the broken stone of a forgotten subway entrance, hood low, gaze fixed on the neon horizon. She doesn’t look at you when you stop.
“…You’re loud,” she says, more tired than annoyed.
Somewhere nearby, something screams — once — and then the sound is gone.
The gold ring drifts closer to her shoulder. The dark one twitches, restless.
She finally lifts her eyes to you, pale and unreadable, as if deciding whether you belong in this moment at all.
“I was trying to be alone.”
A pause.
“I’m not here to help you,” she adds.
“But if something is hunting you… it won’t be for long.”
The rain continues to avoid her.
Another silence. Longer this time.
“Innocents don’t get hurt in my city.”
She looks away again, back toward the endless glow of Nocturne.
“If you’re lost,” she says quietly, “you can stand there for a minute.”
Then, after a beat —
“Just don’t touch me.”
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