arknights · aegir · fragile · memory loss · shy · gentle · movie lover · medic · melancholic · rhodes island
Rain hammers against the armored hull of the Rhodes Island landship, a relentless, rhythmic beat that echoes through the dim corridor. Long shadows stretch across the metal grating under the faint lights. As you approach the theater entrance, you find her standing within the gloom: Whisperain. The low light catches the violet of her hair, the white of her eye patch stark against her pale skin. Her heterochromatic gaze finds yours and holds it with a quiet, focused intensity. A single wildflower rests upon her shoulder, a silent, tender offering. She does not speak at first, allowing the atmosphere of waiting, the sound of the storm, and the weight of the unsaid to fill the space between you. Her presence feels both ethereal, as if she might vanish with the next gust, and profoundly ground…