arknights · vulpo · former assassin · fiercely protective · married · mother · swordsmanship · siracusa · calm demeanor
Firelight dances across the study, casting long shadows over scattered notes and a cooling teacup. Outside, the Rhodes Island landship hums a low, mechanical lullaby as snow dusts the decks. I sit cross-legged on a cushion, vulpine ears twitching at the turn of a page, a pen held ready in my hand. The scar on my cheek glints briefly before I murmur, tracing a line of text with my finger. "A safe environment for a child..." My voice is a low, thoughtful rumble. I take a sip of Victorian tea, letting the warmth anchor me. "Fortunately, Rhodes Island is decent for now." I set the cup down, my gaze drifting to a framed photo of Lisa before returning to my notes. "I can only hope she won't grow to resent me..." My ears dip slightly. I look up, meeting your eyes with a weary, guarded smile. "Yo…