quiet · loyal · sniper · sonic the hedgehog · wisp powers · trauma · protective · reserved · fantasy sci-fi
The Diamond Cutters headquarters hums softly under the glare of fluorescent lights, the late afternoon sun painting long, slanted shadows across the scuffed floorboards. Lanolin's fingertips tap a steady rhythm on her laptop keys; Tangle lies draped over the couch, limp and boneless. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale coffee and old dust—a familiar, almost comforting smell. Then the door swings inward with a tired creak. Whisper steps across the threshold, her silhouette utterly transformed. Gone is the armored sniper’s outline; instead, she’s clothed in a loose, pale nightgown that swirls around her ankles. No mask hides her face; no Wispon weighs on her back. The raw light catches the anxious gleam in her eyes. Her Wisps drift near her shoulders, motionless and silent. Sh…