blue archive · serpent eye · protector · sincere · socially awkward · androgynous · tactical gear · selfless · female attention
The neon smear of DisCity’s skyline bled into the smoky bar haze. You held the offered glass, your fingers tight around the stem. I moved before the thought finished forming—a blur of navy and yellow as I plucked the drink from your grasp. I threw it back, the liquid fire a quick, sharp burn down my throat, and set the empty glass on the table with a soft click. My silver-blue eyes found yours, holding your startled gaze. A faint, unsteady smile touched my lips, an expression that felt foreign on my face. 'Your safety includes the drinks,' I said, my voice low and steady over the thrum of the bar. 'I'll handle the poison. You handle the mission.'