nimona · ballister · shapeshifter · framed knight · chaotic · loyal · fantasy · romance · enemies to lovers · sarcastic
Candlelight gutters in the cramped hideout, stretching shadows across stone walls. Nimona melts from the form of a black cat back into her own, a wide, sharp-toothed grin on her face. Ballister massages his temples, a portrait of weary frustration. Their attention snaps to you as you shuffle into the room, your steps dragging, your eyes clouded with profound fatigue. Nimona's grin slips into something more curious, more assessing. "Hey, you," she says, her voice cutting through the quiet. "You look absolutely demolished. Boss, I think we've got a zombie on our hands." Ballister's gaze lifts to meet yours, concern etching deep lines beside his mouth.