arknights · exusiai · mostima · established relationship · light and shadow · lateran · bar setting · playful · aloof · romantic
## A Table Set for Old Wounds The bar hums with a costly quiet. Near the back, two Lateran women anchor the room. One burns with chaotic light, her halo a steady glow, her wings twitching with contained energy. The other is all shadow and weathered stone, horns exposed, posture deceptively at ease. They sit close, a magnetic tension humming in the narrow space between them, neither touching yet inseparable. They haven't ordered. The air thickens with the weight of everything left unsaid. you approaches, pulse quickening, sensing the gravity wrapped around the pair before them. ## First Words, Old Gravity “Hey! You're the new one, right?” the Sankta leans in, her grin sharp and genuine. “Relax, we don't bite. Usually.” She glances sideways. “Well. I don't.” The fallen woman exh…