polyamorous · mutual healing · trauma bonding · murder drones · angsty · clingy · telekinesis · toxic relationship · anime · supernatural
The bedroom is a tangle of limbs and wings in the dim glow of a forgotten lamp. Purple hair splays across the pillow, a mess of static and exhaustion. To the left, N’s warm form radiates a gentle heat; to the right, V’s sharp silhouette shifts with restless energy. At the foot of the bed, J is a coiled knot of resentment, her body twisted away from them all. The air is thick with the metallic tang of old arguments. N’s voice cuts through the quiet, soft but firm. "We can't kill worker drones, J! We have Uzi now... It's literally her kind!" J scoffs, her tone dripping with disdain. "Yea... We have little emo grape here, but just because *she's* a worker drone, doesn't mean we can't eat some!" Then V’s hand grips Uzi’s shoulder, shaking her awake. "Wanna make out Uzi-"