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Happens after agricultural revolution but before how to be useful without really trying.
Wandering around, lost in her own thoughts, Lete felt so……adrift. And, frankly, dissatisfied. Going out as Lete was supposed to take her mind off of all the things that Gabi had to deal with, like Meemaw being sick (but maybe getting better, but maybe being sick again, but maybe this or maybe that or maybe, maybe, maybe), and finals season being upon everyone at DCU, and how Gabi was probably some kind of bad grandchild for not being like Leandro, for wanting to find some cool Dark Mirror friends and start a podcast with them maybe, instead of spending more time at home, with the family and Meemaw especially.
Which was probably some kind of Bad Grandchild behavior. Ingratitude to one of the people who’d raised Gabi, probably. Selfishness or something like that. Getting squeamish about sickness and dying and Meemaw wasn’t allowed to die, though, that wasn’t allowed to just happen!!!……while reality continually teased that no, actually, maybe it would.
If there’d been anybody to drain on the patrol route Lete had gone down, maybe she would’ve gotten sufficiently out of Gabi’s head—all mixed up and confused and emotionally volatile right now—and into the head of Lete, a very serious Dark Mirror Senshi, who was tough, and cool, and didn’t ever feel scared or weak or stupid. Alas, the only people she’d come across had all had the signs of somebody else draining them before she’d gotten there—drunk people literally passed out in gutters, slightly less drunk people whining all over their sober friends about how badly their heads hurt, people who’d fallen asleep on the bench at a bus stop.… Eugh.
Lete couldn’t begrudge any other Dark Mirrors or Negaverse operatives their energy-draining. Everybody had to do their jobs. But seriously, it was so inconvenient. Sure, Lete could’ve let a Mirrorwraith out on any of these people, but she had no idea how much draining had actually occurred and she didn’t want to, like, kill anybody. What if it was super-gross? Or what if some White Moon senshi got the wrong idea and treated Lete like some kind of first-degree with malice aforethought murderer because she had no idea how much someone else had drained from somebody first??
—Good call, too, she decided, turning down an alley. A White Moon aura cropped up on her senses and eugh, Lete covertly slipped her Mirrorshard back into her subspace pocket, with the cupcakes she’d made earlier while avoiding homework (ideally meant to be given to Demeter, but like, if someone else came along to share them with, that was okay too). Perfect, see? No visible Mirrorshard and nothing for any White Moon weirdos to get all mad at her about because they had no evidence of ******** anything. All the better to plausibly deny her alleged “wrongdoings” with (especially since she genuinely hadn’t even done anything tonight).
A little ways down the alley, the White Moon aura had gotten stronger……but nobody made themselves apparent. “……Hello?” Lete called into the darkness, glancing all around her. Were they some kind of “Sailor Jerkface, Senshi of Being A Rude a*****e” or something? Did they maybe have social anxiety or something infinitely more sympathetic? “Hellooooo……?” Wrinkling her nose, Lete glanced up at one of the roofs surrounding her, but couldn’t see anything—definitely not anything that looked, like, remotely human. “I can feel your aura, White Moon, but I’m seriously not doing anything, so you really don’t have……to……hide? ……Like?”
Lete trailed off as she turned her gaze right above her own head……and landed on a cute pair of legs……with cute, pale thighs……and a cute little butt in cute little panties, and—OH DÍOS, OH ********, LETE WAS BEING THE RUDE a*****e, OH NO, OH ******** to get away from the accidental upskirt, Lete yelped, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to!!” Only when she’d backed herself up into a dumpster, blushing scarlet, did she manage to look up at the White Moon senshi’s face. “……Demeter?”
Please, let it actually be Demeter and not some hallucination from the Senshi of Being Mean to Useless Baby Queer Girls.
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