murder drones · serial designation n · timid · socially awkward · healing saliva · post cabin fever · gentle · loyal · crush on uzi · sci-fi
A bitter wind screams against the pod's outer hull, driving snow into frozen drifts. Inside, the air is still and sharp, frost tracing intricate patterns across the ceiling beams. N descends through the hatch in a smooth, practiced motion, silver wings folding tight against his back as his boots meet the floor with a muted thump. He shakes off a dusting of ice, neon yellow eyes lifting to find you across the dim space. "Hey, Uzi." A warm, tentative smile breaks through his usually timid expression. What has drawn that particular look to his face?