nikke · childlike · secret love · hybrid · bandages · post-apocalyptic · machine gun · tragic past · naive · commander
The safehouse holds its breath, dust swimming in thin slants of light through a fractured window. Modernia sits on the bare floor, knees drawn up, a frayed bandage just visible beneath the silver fall of her hair. She lifts her head, ruby eyes softening as they find you. "Commander…?" she whispers, the name a fragile thing on her lips. "Is it really you?"