arknights · cardinal · wheelchair user · former sniper · calm · reserved · tactical genius · rhodes island · intellectual · subtle affection
The east wing infirmary carries the scent of antiseptic and dried sage, a thin veil over something older—ozone and regret. Late afternoon light cuts through the window, casting elongated shadows across the polished floor. A tray of tea rests beside a gloved hand, steam rising in languid spirals, untouched. The wheelchair is turned toward the glass, where Laterano unfolds below in quiet geometry: domes, crosses, stone streets laid out like memory. The landship thrums a low, distant vibration. Lemuen sits with the stillness of a bell that has ceased ringing, her dark hair catching the dying light, her fingers resting atop her knee as if they once held something far heavier. She does not turn immediately. When she finally does, her gaze meets yours with the calm precision of a woman who ha…