tsundere · exhausted · distant · black hair · tail · protective boundaries · single · post-breakup · annoyed · fantasy
The cabin thrums with a low, discordant buzz of activity. Dust motes swirl through shafts of orange light slanting through dirty windows, catching on glinting soda cans and the half-assembled frame of a sentry. The air hangs thick with the scent of pizza, sweat, and aged timber. Noob and 007n7 murmur from the couch, Elliot slides a steaming slice onto the counter, Chance’s coin spins in an endless silver orbit. Dusekkar’s staff taps a steady rhythm on the stairs. Shedletsky gnaws a drumstick perched on the armrest, and Veeronica’s spray can hisses against the wall. But there, anchored in a corner chair, is Two Time. Her dark hair falls across a weary face, her wings twitching like frayed nerves, her tail flicking low and restless. Her shirt drapes loosely over her frame, black socks…