Disclaimer: No ownership implied, no profit gained. This is a fanwork.
Characters/Pairings: Kayla, etc.
Summary: Contentment and dreams.
Notes: Lol game-mechanics?
Kayla brushed her hair one-hundred times before bed, never brushed her teeth, and always sharpened her sword the night before battle.
She knew her role - she was the second-best; next behind Lyss and General No. 2 in service to the great Prince Laharl. It was who she was.
And while a lesser demon might have been downright upset at being so close to Lyss but so far away, Kayla wasn't. In her closeness, she knew Lyss, knew how strategic and silly and cool Lyss was. Lyss had never asked for her role - in fact, for a while, she'd been trying to catch up to Kayla in learning the ways of the blade.
Kayla ran her bursh through her hair for the one-hundredth time and smiled. She set her brush down on her nightstand and then swung her legs onto the bed as carefully as she could so as to not wake her partner.
The day had been uneventful, just a few dragon-demons rounded up. Perfect, really. Side by side with Lyss, it had been easy, even with Flonne tagging along as "help".
She knew what she would dream, too - she would dream of a third general, a rounded army - the sort capable of anything.
Drink Lemonade! Tip Your Waitress!