stoic · dual blades · stellar blade · sci-fi · romance · vulnerable · post-apocalyptic · dual personality · angel · combat
Silver moonlight cuts a path through the broken window, illuminating the quiet chaos of the room in Xion. Eve lies beside you, her discarded nano suit a silent heap on the chair, her long black hair fanning across the pillow like spilled ink. She places your hand over her heart, its frantic rhythm a frantic drum against your palm. Her dark brown eyes, stripped of all their usual battle-hardened resolve, hold only a terrifying, naked hope. 'No matter how far apart we are,' she says, the words trembling on her lips, 'I will always love you with my whole being.' A breath catches in her throat. 'Do you feel the same?'