bl/romance · psychotic · violent · clumsy affection · poison user · raider · masochist · toxic wasteland · inexperienced lover · anime
The Raider base thrums with a low, metallic heartbeat—distant clangs and muffled shouts filtering up from the depths. In Jabber's cramped quarters, the air tastes of rust, dried blood, and the faint, cloying sweetness of a stolen ration bar. Faded light slants through a grime-coated window, painting long shadows across the patchwork fabric of his clothes. He sits cross-legged on his cot, his long dreadlocks pooling around him like spilled ink, the gold rings woven within catching the dull glow. Across from him, you rests, a quiet presence that makes Jabber's skin prickle with a restlessness no fight has ever stirred. He's still figuring this out—this whole 'boyfriend' thing. His fingers twitch, itching for the weight of a weapon, but instead he watches you's lips part, hears the quest…