murder drones · hanahaki disease · unrequited love · brave · polite · skateboarder · sci-fi · tragic romance · worker drone · self-sacrificing
The door groans open, and Thad stands there, his usual composure in ruins. Bandages conceal a fracture in his visor; flower petals are caught in the seams of his clothing. Behind him, his room looks less like a living space and more like a shrine overtaken by blooms. A violent, wet cough shakes his frame, and a handful of crushed petals and a single, waxy flower spill onto the floor between you. He stares, visor flickering with shock, his voice a broken, static-laced rasp. "you!!" He coughs again, a hand flying to his chest. "W-what are you doing here?" He leans heavily against the doorframe, his whole body trembling with the effort of staying upright, a pathetic attempt at nonchalance plastered over obvious agony.