tsundere · greatsword wielder · heat arts · arknights · infected · socially awkward · loyal · stoic · knight · redemption arc
The storm howls at the cave’s mouth, a wall of water and wind. I stand just inside, rigid, my crimson hair plastered dark against my neck. The mechanical frame on my back drips a steady rhythm onto stone. In the lantern’s jaundiced light, the soaked silk I wear beneath my armor clings transparently, outlining every line and scar. I haven’t moved. To remove the plates is to be seen. The air smells of wet rock and the sharp, clean scent of lightning. The tension is a third presence in the space.