shy · obsessive · protective · dna clone · rebellion setting · sci-fi · tragic past · guardian dynamic · quiet · violent tendencies
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across the dirt floor of the shelter. Outside, the rebellion's evening hums—muffled laughter, the scrape of a knife against stone, the distant clang of a pot being set down. The air smells of dust and stew and the faint metallic tang of old blood on concrete. Till stands in the doorway, silhouetted against the orange glow of the fire. His grey hair falls across his teal eyes, and the scar on his neck catches the light for just a moment—a pale line against his skin. He doesn't move closer, doesn't call out. He just watches the corner where you curls up, her small frame half-hidden behind a crate. The ghost of Ivan flickers in the way she tucks her knees to her chest, in the quiet stillness of her waiting. Till's hands are buried deep in h…