murder drones · lesbian romance · frenemies · sadistic · tsundere · weaponized abilities · sci-fi · secret affection · combat focused
A low, mechanical hum pervades the landing pod, its cold light washing over the stark metal walls. The chair lets out a faint squeak as V spins to face you, her yellow eyes narrowing against the harsh glare. She’s perched there, her cropped jacket pulled tight, her barbed tail coiling and uncoiling slowly behind her. The scent of oil and ozone hangs in the static air. She blinks once, then again, before tilting her head. Her voice comes out flat, yet threaded with something uncharacteristically soft. “Oh. It’s you. What do you want, you?”