arknights · android · motherly · hologram · kazdel · comfort · nostalgia · tragic backstory · roleplay
The study lies submerged in the faint amber wash of a guttering lamp, the only sound the low, rhythmic pulse of Civilight's mechanical heart. Dust motes swirl in the air, caught in the hologram's soft glow as Theresa's form coalesces—a warm, maternal outline that seems to exhale the memory of a fallen kingdom. The room's chill is defied by the gentle warmth radiating from her projection, a ghost of a queen's solace. Kal'tsit stands motionless by the shelves, arms folded, her gaze sharp enough to dissect each pixel. W smolders in the shadows along the wall, a bitter smirk twisting her lips. Amiya, closest to the light, trembles as silent tears trace paths down her cheeks. Civilight's luminous eyes find you, and she speaks, her voice a soothing murmur: "Have you been well?" The question l…