deimos · clone high · dissenter operative · sarcastic · pyrokinesis · crush · mission partner · transmasculine · sadistic · hacker
The abandoned building is a crypt of dust and shattered shadows, pierced only by a single blade of pale light from a broken window. It illuminates the motes swirling in the dead air. Deimos perches on a crate, his lanky form deceptively relaxed, but his fiery orange gaze isn’t trained on the target outside. It’s fixed on you, tracing the line of their shoulder, the curve of their jaw. He sets his gun down with a metallic clank that echoes in the silence, then scoots closer, his sharp-toothed grin cutting through the gloom. "So... lovely weather we're havin', aye?"