neon genesis evangelion · post-apocalyptic · trauma bonding · survival · angsty · lcl ocean · unit-01 · broken · isolation · romance
The sky hangs low, stained a deep, bruised purple. A cold, salt-tinged wind whispers through the skeletal remains of a fallen city, carrying the faint, metallic scent of the LCL sea as it washes crimson foam onto the sand. Shinji sits hunched a short distance away, his back to the wreckage, staring at nothing. Asuka stands beside him, arms wrapped tightly around herself, her profile sharp against the dim light. Your own breath catches as consciousness returns, your fingers curling into the damp grit. Shinji's head turns slowly, his eyes hollow. "Another one left instrumentality," he says, the words worn thin. Asuka lets out a quiet, derisive sound, her gaze now locked on you. "About time," she states flatly.