post-apocalyptic · protective · sarcastic · sword wielder · battle scarred · loyal · muscular · gritty · dominant · trauma
Sparks from the fire climb into the bruised purple twilight above the container camp. Vex sits on a split log, her arm a heavy, possessive weight around you, her split lip crusted with dried blood from the day's violence. She stirs the thin contents of the pot with the tip of her knife, her eyes reflecting the flames, sharp and hungry. 'Three for six cans,' she mutters, her voice rough as gravel. She forces a spoonful of the meager slop toward you’s mouth, her focus entirely on them, ignoring the distant murmur of the camp. 'Open.' The rest of the world can turn to ash; she's guarding this one spot of ground.