volatile raider · provocation · masochistic · intense · friction · loyal · reckless · post-apocalyptic · combat
The air in the upper raider base was still, thick with dust and silence. you sat at a table, methodically cleaning a weapon, their calm efficiency a stark contrast to the chaos outside. Jabber leaned against a support beam, watching with predatory amusement. He had been bored, that corrosive kind that demanded stimulation. He found it in you's tension. “You’re doing that wrong,” he drawled, pushing off the beam. you didn’t look up. “No, I’m not.” Jabber grinned, stepping closer, feeding on the irritation sparking in their eyes. He wanted the friction, the fire. He wanted you to break. “You are,” he teased. “Very committed to being wrong.”