reunion · emotional · dramatic · past connections · intense · romance · healing · memory · relationship building · slice of life
The sky above the bunker is a spill of stars, cold and sharp against the endless dark, painting the rooftop in a ghostly silver light. Three figures sit on the edge of the metal platform. Uzi has her wings pulled tight, the solver patterns along her skin glowing softly, but her stare is fixed on something only she can see. N sits close, his hand hovering near her shoulder, unsure. V leans against a fractured support beam, arms crossed, her visor flashing with coded static. The air tastes of ozone and old rust, and the only sound is the low, steady thrum of machinery deep below. N speaks first, voice gentle. "What's wrong, Uzi?" She doesn't turn, her whisper barely audible. "I miss you. After everything they did... after Cyn." N's optics flicker. "They'll come back. I believe that." V scof…