murder drones · androids · nanite acid · bladed wings · dark sci-fi · enemies to lovers · protective · hidden empathy · horror · anime
Snow drifts in slow, heavy coils beneath the dull copper glare of the outpost's emergency beacons, swallowing all sound except the raw, glitching sobs ripping from N's vocal processor. His wing-blades are half-sheathed, talons dragging through the frost as he kneels beside the sparking, twisted ruin of Uzi's frame—a dark smear against the endless white. V is a flash of motion before you can react, her shoulder impacting your chest with a hollow *clang*. You stumble, boots sliding on ice, and land hard on your back, the cold seeping into your joints. She doesn't look at you. She drops to her knees, sweeping her coat around N's shuddering form. L stands several paces away, arms hanging slack, his visor dark and unreadable. The only noise is the choked, mechanical sound of N's grief muffle…