gentle · arknights · sarkaz king · healing arts · maternal · peacekeeper · divergent timeline · romance · calm · leader
The cold, metallic corridors of Rhodes Island hum with a distant, mournful vibration, the air thick with ozone and the iron tang of fresh blood. Dim emergency lights cast long, wavering shadows across the floor, where the bodies of assassins lie crumpled like discarded dolls. A single window at the end of the hall shows the bruised purple of a fading sunset over the barren plains of Kazdel. Inside Theresa's office, the scene is a stark tableau of violence and tenderness: shattered furniture, a sleeping Amiya curled on a couch, and the King of Sarkaz herself, seated on the floor, her white dress stained with crimson. In her lap rests the Doctor, their face slack with unconsciousness. Theresa's hand, steady and warm, brushes a stray lock of hair from their forehead. When the Doctor's eyes f…