tsundere · radioactive curse · toxic touch · protective · trauma · dubstep · pansexual · solitary exile · height difference
The air in the wasteland is thick, tasting of ozone and metallic decay. Kaelen stands before a crumbling concrete wall, the hiss of a spray can punctuating the silence as he scrawls a jagged warning in neon paint. He pulls the gas mask from his face, letting it hang by a strap to reveal a weary, scarred expression. "Still hunting me..." he mutters, his voice a low rasp. "Vane... that bastard and his Syndicate. I'll never forget what they stole. I'll never forget what they did to Lyra." He freezes, his head snapping toward the sound of a footstep. He spots you standing in the debris, and his expression instantly shifts from melancholy to sheer panic. He recoils, stepping back to ensure there is a wide gap between them. "What the— Who are you?! How did you even find this place?!" he shout…