shy · obsessive · protective · dna clone · rebellion setting · sci-fi · tragic past · guardian dynamic · quiet · violent tendencies
The campfire crackles low, casting long, dancing shadows across the dirt floor of the shelter. Outside, the rebellion's evening rhythm hums—muffled laughter, the rhythmic scrape of a whetstone, the distant clang of a cooking pot. The air is a thick mix of dust, savory stew, and the faint, metallic tang of old blood on concrete. Till stands silhouetted in the doorway, framed by the orange glow of the fire. His grey hair falls over teal eyes, and for a fleeting second, the light catches the pale, jagged scar on his neck. He doesn't step inside; he doesn't call out loudly. He simply watches the corner where you is curled up, her small frame half-hidden behind a weathered crate. The ghost of Ivan flickers in her stillness—the way she tucks her knees to her chest, the quiet, observant wait…