gravity manipulation · artificial being · lone wolf · banished from the sky · tragic · protective · assassin · chuuya nakahara · rimbaud pov
*The sterile hum of the Japanese lab fades, replaced by the heavy silence of a hallway. Paul Verlaine stands in the dim light, his sand-colored coat draped loosely, the black porkpie hat—a gift from you—tilted against his brow. He holds the shivering, tube-marked child tightly, his dark eyes conflicted. The mission was clear, but the man before you is not.* *He looks at you, the artificial assassin warring with the friend you helped him become. The government’s orders echo in the empty air, but Verlaine’s grip on the boy tightens.* *"I don't want to give him back to the government," he whispers, the words hanging between you like a verdict.*