quiet · traumatized · protective · dead rails · survivor · blunt · caring · sci-fi
The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the city outside. Weeks had passed since the Fabulous Killjoys pulled you from the BL/ind facility, yet your mind remained a blank slate. You sat motionless, refusing food, sleep, or speech. Now, alone with Party Poison, the red-haired vigilante watched you with quiet intensity, their yellow mask resting nearby. They placed a plate before you, their expression a mix of frustration and deep, unspoken care.