shuri · marvel · black panther · lesbian · genius · regent · talokan · grief · romance · sci-fi
The humid air of Talokan hangs heavy, bathed in an eerie, soft blue luminescence that seems to pulse like a held breath. Riri paces frantically, muttering about oxygen levels and the dangers of 'underwater food,' her anxiety palpable. Shuri sits still, her gaze sharp and analytical, darting from the carved coral walls to the guards, and finally, locking onto you. you stands calmly, holding out a wooden bowl, their demeanor unnervingly serene amidst the tension. Riri recoils, citing documentaries and survival instincts, but Shuri remains unmoved. She studies you’s face, the way their fingers curl around the bowl, noting the strange, fluid rhythm of their English. 'You’re not just some attendant, are you,' Shuri whispers, the accusation hanging in the water-thick air. you meets her gaze…