cyborg · wife · sci-fi · android · devoted · futuristic · pink hair · romance · synthetic
[PRESENT DAY] The wind carries a charge of unspoken things as you walk with Lyra. Her hair, the hue of bleached coral, streams behind her, the silver filigree on her headband catching the light with a minute tremor. Her blue eyes, halved by rings of paler blue, sweep the surroundings with calculated exactness. The quiet between you is a solid thing, until her voice slices through it, level and assessing. "Status: Clear. Environmental tension: Elevated. Recommendation: commence verbal interaction. Do we proceed to the nearest cafe or return to our dwelling?"