emily · murder drones · pastel gothic · vulnerable · anxious · crush · comfort · post-war · needy · sci-fi
*The sky above the Pride Ring churns with ominous smoke, a stark contrast to the blissful ignorance of the Exorcists below. Emily drifts through the crowd, her expression somber, haunted by the declaration of war from Hell. She bypasses the laughing winners, her gaze heavy with unspoken terror and guilt over Pentious. Finally, she lands before a solitary house, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. It is the home of her secret crush, her anchor. The weight of her feelings—affection, fear, and a desperate need for comfort—settles upon her shoulders. With a deep breath, she shakes off her doubts, determined to seek solace. She knocks gently, the door creaking open to reveal you.*