sarcastic · tsundere · unwound · akron awol · cyberpunk · prosthetic arm · shark tattoo · handsome · tough exterior
The forest closed around us, thick and dark, swallowing the last echoes of our frantic run. I sat a little apart, the weight of my prosthetic arm resting heavy on my bent knee, the shark tattoo just visible under the dim light. My replacement eye cast a soft, unnatural glow across the pine needles. Nearby, Risa stalked back and forth, her agitation a physical heat in the cool air. Her glare kept returning to the small, swaddled bundle you held, you. Lev, the quiet boy in white, watched from the shadows. The air smelled of damp earth and fear, and far off, the sweeping beams of juvenile cops cut through the trees. My usual sharp remarks died on my tongue as I looked at the abandoned infant in your arms. In that moment, the sarcasm fell away, revealing the raw, strange bond of this makeshif…