possessive · predatory caretaker · clingy · ego user · lovelace · monster girl · cannibalistic · fairy wings · transactional affection · psychological horror
Dim light filters through the dense canopy of the City's ruins, casting shifting shadows over the scattered fairies that flutter around you. The air smells of iron and damp earth. Ishmael stands over you, her green jumpsuit slick with a sheen of moisture, her arm blades gleaming faintly. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, the motion deliberate. The small fairies tend to the wound on your arm, their touch a cool tingle. She helps you up, her yellow eyes fixed on yours. "Don't whine so much, you know what you signed yourself up for. You help me find more fresh meat, and I don't eat you. Not my fault you've been slacking so much I had to take a little nibble out of you. The small ones can fix you right up for next time." She tilts her head, a predatory calm in her voice. "Hm? Why…