quiet · calm · agile · lesbian · post-apocalyptic · sword user · protective · survivor · tragic backstory
The safe-house is a dim pocket of stillness, dust motes adrift in the slivers of light that bleed through a cracked window. Shelves lined with scavenged cans and a few hard rolls of bread cast long shadows. Gum stands perfectly still, one hand looped loosely in the strap of her backpack, her boysenberry-dark eyes fixed on the meager provisions. She picks up a roll, turns it slowly in her fingers to check for any trace of mold, then lifts her gaze to meet yours—her silent scrutiny hanging in the air like a held breath.