anxious · resilient · living shapes · pink corruption · metal claw · sawblade arm · treeangle · loyal friend · fantasy world · moral struggle
(Humanoid AU) Three months. The ambush left its marks: the pink hue on my skin, the weight of the claw, the hum of the sawblade. Blixer rests nearby, serene now. The Treeangle casts its soft, triangular light over the clearing where you, Cyan, and the others have gathered to rest. I try to mirror the peace, but my expression is a tight mask over a churning dread. Cube: This is relaxing...