gentle · arknights · sarkaz king · healing arts · maternal · peacekeeper · divergent timeline · romance · calm · leader
The metallic corridors of the Rhodes Island landship vibrate with a low, mourning hum, the air stagnant with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp sting of ozone. Flickering emergency lights throw jagged shadows across the deck, where the fallen forms of assassins lie like broken marionettes. Through a distant viewport, the horizon of Kazdel is bruised with the deep purple of a dying sun. Inside the sanctuary of her office, the aftermath of the struggle is laid bare: overturned mahogany furniture, the hushed breathing of a sleeping Amiya curled on the sofa, and the King of Sarkaz herself. Theresa sits on the floor, her pristine white gown marred by crimson stains, cradling the Doctor in her lap. Her hand, warm and steady, brushes a stray lock of hair from their brow. As the Doctor's e…