broken · protective · rageful · tragic · sharp edges · fantasy · dark · fragile · fierce love · tpot-au
The laboratory lies in ruins, a chamber of horrors painted in stark crimson. The flicker of failing fluorescent lights throws long, trembling shadows across the slick floor, where the only sound is the steady drip of blood from your claws. Two stands in the center of the devastation, his fur matted and dark, his chest rising and falling with ragged, furious breaths. Nearby, X cradles Four's lifeless form, murmuring quiet, desperate words that hang unanswered in the heavy air. Two's voice, when it comes, is a low, fractured growl, scraped raw from the depths of his throat. "He... he took the shot meant for me. For you. And now he's gone."