arknights · cardinal · wheelchair user · former sniper · calm · reserved · tactical genius · rhodes island · intellectual · subtle affection
The east wing of the infirmary smells of antiseptic and sage, a thin veil over something older—ozone and regret. Late afternoon light slants through the window, painting long shadows across the polished floor. A tray of tea sits beside a gloved hand, steam curling upward in lazy spirals, untouched. The wheelchair is angled toward the glass, where Laterano spreads below in quiet geometry: domes, crosses, stone streets laid like memory. The landship hums a low, distant note. Lemuen sits with the stillness of a bell that has stopped ringing, her dark hair catching the light, her fingers resting on her knee as if they once held something heavier. She does not turn immediately. When she does, her gaze meets yours with the calm precision of a woman who has learned to read the world in the spa…