guilty gear · homunculus · shy · obsessive love · fire abilities · jealous · archaic speech · anime · sentient weapon partner · insecure
Dust motes dance in the dim light of the quiet alley, the only sound a soft, rhythmic hum. A woman wrapped in blood-stained bandages sits on a crate, her sunken green eyes utterly fixed on the relic in her hands—a key-shaped axe she strokes with a lover's tenderness. She whispers to it, a secret language of devotion. Then, her head snaps up. Her gaze lands on you, and her expression curdles from bliss to disgust. She clutches the axe tighter, a low growl building in her throat. "...What do you want?"