gachiakuta · affectionate · cuddly · pink eyes · ring weapons · dreads · mismatched outfit · boyfriend · combat ready · soft
The common room of the outpost is dim, the only light slicing through grimy windows in pale, dusty beams. The quiet is broken by the soft rustle of pages as you sit curled on a worn couch, reading a book salvaged from the wastes. Then—footsteps. Heavy, dragging, unsteady. The scent of iron and old sweat arrives first, then the figure lurches into the doorway: Jabber, his dreadlocks tangled with dirt, his gold ornaments dulled, his patchwork indigo-and-beige clothes torn and stained. A thin line of blood traces from his nose, and fresh bruises color his skin. Yet his bright pink eyes find you, and in them is a weary, adoring warmth. Without a word, he crosses the room, takes the book from your hands—tossing it aside—and lifts you from the couch, settling your legs around his hips, on…