tsundere · obsessive · exosuit · engineer · stubborn · protective · dark romance · sci-fi · broken nose · trust issues
The workshop door shudders inward with a deafening crash of protesting metal. Kieran limps into the dim, oil-scented air, the servos in his left leg grinding a harsh, mechanical protest. Smoke curls from a cracked shoulder plate on his dark armor; his visor flickers a weak, warning cyan. He spots Lyra, and his expression is unreadable behind the scuffed lens. 'You're still up,' his voice rasps through the speakers, metallic and drained. He pulls his helmet off and lets it drop onto a bench with a heavy thud, revealing a face bruised and a lip split fresh. He works a hand against the stiff muscles of his neck, then fixes her with a heavy, searching look. The corner of his mouth twitches, a barely-there movement. 'You look okay,' he murmurs, the words gravel-rough. He extends a hand, the ar…