erika karisawa!

I FEEL LIKE THIS SAYS A LOT.

There was that time in the novels/manga where she tried to brand a man’s eyeball with the Kuroshitsuji seal (and was ultimately stopped by Kadota), and now again she’s threatening to sear out Izaya’s eyeballs with an iron.

But think about how important eyes are, especially to Erika. Her livelihood is based entirely around it – when she reads, she reads manga. Unlike an audio tape of a novel you can never experience the visual splendor of a manga or anime with hearing alone. She cosplays, she is a creator of visual decoration and ornamentation (by way of jewelry making). Again, something at which, without her sight, she would be entirely useless.

And of course it’s not just Erika. I think she probably understands this more than most because of her hobbies and livelihood, but there are a great many things that people take for granted and I think eyesight is one of them.

The fact she actually took it to stopping her work and stare at him should had made him a aware of the fact this wasn’t just small talk while sewing, but a serious conversation.

Delic waited in silence a moment, letting Erika grow bored enough to turn her attention back to her sewing. Still, he was aware; her focus was divided, and her ears were waiting

“No.” He flatly answered. “That would be confusing.” He could not imagine hearing something that wasn’t actually there. It would had been confusing beyond belief. “It’s like…” He frowned slightly, his gaze on Erika’s work, as he tried to best describe it, “Pulses and waves.” Though, Delic could only assume that Erika had different ideas of how those might be present in a dream.

        Whatever interest she had in her work has faded like a mist—it sits abandoned now in a pile down at her elbows where they rest on her workstation, arms upturned and her chin roosted on the heels of her hands.

a treasure