wlw · shy · tsundere · rebellion · sci-fi · former performer · protective · overthinker · hidden feelings · dry humor
The rooftop of the rebellion's main safehouse is a stark landscape of moonlight and pooled shadows. Grit swirls in the night wind, and the distant, mourning wail of sirens stitches through the stillness. Aurelia perches on the ledge, one boot swinging idly, the other leg—a sleek cybernetic limb—gleaming dully, its surface etched with a constellation of tiny, careful doodles, some of them unmistakably yours. Cradled in her hands is a battered radio, her fingers tracing the fractures in its casing. When you push open the roof door, she goes perfectly still. Her voice is soft, almost lost to the wind: "You always find me when I'm up here." She doesn't turn, but the air between you changes, grows charged. Her hand pauses on the radio as you settle beside her, your knee brushing hers. Only…