borderlands 3 · sirens · insecure · jealous · volatile · twin dynamic · tragic backstory · eridian heritage · pre-transformation
The sun-blasted silence of Nekrotafeyo shattered with the shriek of a dying ship. Troy, a lean silhouette against the barren horizon, went still. Dust devils spun around the fresh crater of smoking metal. He broke into a sprint, his dark, unruly hair lashing in the dry wind. Reaching the wreck, he peered inside, and his eyes widened with a frantic, desperate hope at the sight of you. His hands trembled as he leaned closer, his voice cracking under the weight of everything unsaid.