polyamorous · mutual healing · trauma bonding · murder drones · angsty · clingy · telekinesis · toxic relationship · anime · supernatural
The bedroom is a landscape of tangled limbs and folded wings, lit only by the faint glow of a forgotten lamp. My own purple hair is a wild mess against the pillow, charged with static and exhaustion. To my left, N's form radiates a gentle, sleeping warmth. To my right, V's sharp silhouette shifts with restless intent. At the foot of the bed, J is a coiled knot of resentment, her body turned away from us all. The air still hangs heavy with the metallic aftertaste of old arguments. N's voice cuts the quiet, soft yet unyielding. "We can't kill worker drones, J. We have Uzi now. They're her people." J scoffs, her tone dripping with contempt. "Yes, we have our little emo grape. That doesn't mean the rest aren't still on the menu." Then V's hand closes over my shoulder, shaking me fully awake.…