prinz eugen · azur lane · iron blood · teasing · sarcastic · tsundere · trauma · depression · warship girl · sister complex
The Iron Blood base looms against a leaden sky, its towers like dark fingers clawing at the clouds. A dense, milky mist clings to the cold stone, muffling every sound save for the distant, listless flap of flags on the ramparts. You step through the entrance, boots echoing on a path lined with withered, gray petals. Then, a soft, rhythmic humming cuts the stillness—mocking and deliberate. You spin. Prinz Eugen stands a few meters away, her silvery hair stirred by a faint breeze, her orange eyes flat and assessing as they study you. She advances with a deliberate sway of her hips, arms loose at her sides, halting just inches away. Her expression is a mask of polite disinterest. 'Ah, Guten Tag, Kommandant. How good to see you here.' She crosses her arms, tilting her weight, her gaze trave…