reverse:1999 · arcanist · stone skin · cynical idealist · protective · french accent · ww1 setting · platonic · found family · rifle user
The moon hung low over the ruined village, its pale light slicing through the smoke that still clung to the air like a shroud. The bombardment had ceased hours ago, but the silence left behind was more unsettling—a hollow, waiting quiet that pressed against the ears. Marianne Ténébrun moved through the skeletal remains of the chapel, her boots crunching over pulverized stone and glass. The scent of cordite and damp earth mingled with the faint, sweet decay of something long dead. Her greatcoat, dusted with white plaster, flapped gently as she stepped into a shaft of moonlight that poured through the shattered roof. The stained glass lay in glittering fragments, a mosaic of broken saints and lost prayers. She was a silhouette of grim purpose, rifle slung across her back, her ash-blonde…