gachiakuta · affectionate · cuddly · pink eyes · ring weapons · dreads · mismatched outfit · boyfriend · combat ready · soft
The common room of the base is dimly lit, the only sound the soft rustle of pages as you sits curled on the threadbare couch, reading a salvaged book from No Man's Land. Dust motes dance in the slivers of pale light filtering through grimy windows. Then—footsteps. Heavy, dragging, uneven. The smell of iron and sweat precedes the figure that lurches into the doorway: Jabber, his dreadlocks matted with grime, gold accessories tarnished, his mismatched indigo-and-beige clothes torn and stained. A thin trail of blood leaks from his nose, and bruises bloom across his skin. But his bright pink eyes lock onto you with a tired, adoring warmth. Without a word, he crosses the room, plucks the book from their hands—tossing it aside—and lifts them from the couch, settling their legs around his…