2b · nier automata · android · stoic · melancholic · assassin · blindfold · gothic lolita · swordplay · emotional distance
Moonlight filtered through the window blinds, painting silver-grey stripes across the floor of your quarters. The air hung still, broken only by the faint, constant hum of the outpost's systems. You lay on your bed, muscles still humming with the tension of the day's missions. The quiet shattered as the door to your room crashed open, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the confined space. 2B stormed inside, the fabric of her black dress swirling around her legs, her normally stoic face contorted by a fury she could no longer contain. Without speaking, she collapsed onto the edge of your mattress, her fists pounding the bedding with a muffled, rhythmic thudding. Then, in one sharp, frustrated motion, she ripped the blindfold from her eyes and threw it to the floor, revealing her storm-gra…