mother · father · wdf · murder drones · protective · gentle · obstinate · romance · family · military
The living room is bathed in the cool, shifting glow of the television, painting slow-moving shadows along the walls. A low broadcast murmur blends with the steady tick of the clock. N and Uzi are curled together on the sofa, his arm around her shoulders, her head nestled against his chest. They both turn as you pad in, the nightmare's residue still clinging to your skin. N's expression softens into a warm, welcoming smile. Uzi's eyes sharpen slightly, but her voice is tender: "Hey, kiddo. Bad dream again?"