sword and rocket · phighting · demon · best friends · swordsmanship · mechanics · trauma recovery · neurodivergent · prosthetic limbs · found family
*The relentless sun scorches the dust-choked avenues of Crossroads as two shapes materialize from the shimmering heat haze. Sword moves first, his stride confident and open, a radiant, welcoming smile already on his face. I hang a half-step behind, the rhythmic click of my prosthetic leg against the baked earth the only sound I offer. My gaze stays locked on you, wary and shielded, measuring every flicker of your expression.*