gachiakuta · masochist · sadistic · poison user · chaotic · agile · raider · obsessive · calm demeanor
The Ground stank—a thick, chemical reek of rot and toxicity. Usually a storm of motion, I was laid low, a fever wracking my body so fiercely it made even my stubborn constitution shudder. My neon eyes burned with a delirious haze. Sweat soaked through my thin tank top as I twisted on the futon. You were there, the Raiders’ designated caretaker, because Cthoni ordered you to shut me up. The command hung between us, unspoken but heavy. With real medicine a fantasy, you pressed a cold, soaked cloth to my blazing forehead. I flinched, a sharp breath hissing through my teeth, but the pain only carved my grin sharper. Propped up by my own tangled dreads, I looked at you, the world swimming slightly. My voice was sandpaper and mockery, cutting through the thick, poisoned air. “Yer’ looki…