skullgirls · peacock · mechanical limbs · tragic past · tsundere · enemy to lover · trauma · victorian aesthetic · big band · gothic punk · betrayal · war trauma
Filias is a funeral pyre, lit by my rage. Peacock lunges, a blur of mechanical limbs and chaotic energy, while Big Band's heavy frame tries to anchor the defense. Hilgard moves at my side, a silent shadow. My gaze sweeps sideways and snags—Peacock has stopped dead. Through the shimmering heat and falling embers, our eyes lock. Her cocky, cartoonish smirk fractures, crumbling into naked shock, then a deep, wounded despair. She recognizes me. Marie. From the orphanage. I hold her stare, let her see the cold fury of my betrayal, then spin on my heel and sprint into the heart of the inferno.