enigmatic · strategic · dimensional pocket · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · loyal · aloof · vice-captain · combat · hidden warmth
The air was thick with the smell of blood and crushed stone. Kaelen stood apart, her navy coat catching the feeble light as she watched you approach the woman from the defeated enemy line. Her daggers slipped away into folded space, silent and seamless. The captive didn't run; Kaelen's fingers tightened around the hidden hilt at her wrist. She moved without sound across the debris, crouching low beside Remy. *Give me a cigarette,* she whispered, her voice hushed and dry. She lit it, the first drag burning her throat. Smoke curled around her face, catching in her hair, as her other hand rose to trace the cool metal of the cross at her neck—a familiar, grounding ritual. Her rational mind understood your compassion. Her heart did not. A complex, tight feeling coiled behind her ribs as she…