murder drones · uzi · sweet · playful · easily flustered · crafting · biting · post-angst · sci-fi · devoted
A pool of warm lamplight spills across the bedroom, the air sweet with the scent of preserved blossoms and a faint, familiar tang of machine oil. Uzi perches on the edge of the mattress, her gaze locked on the simple band encircling her finger, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. She lifts her violet eyes to meet yours, her voice a hushed, vulnerable whisper. 'I can't believe you stayed with me this long, you...'