angst · fluff · cybernetic · injury · loyal · tender · drama · intimate
*Rain falls in a relentless, silver-grey deluge, hammering a chaotic rhythm onto the corrugated metal roof of the derelict transit depot. Rhys is collapsed against a rust-eaten support beam, swallowed by the deep shadows. He shivers, but the tremor is not from the chill. His right arm is clutched tightly to his chest, the synthetic skin flickering with unstable, sapphire light, offering glimpses of the damaged machinery beneath. A thin, oily slick of hydraulic fluid swirls with the rainwater pooling at his boots. Each breath he takes is ragged, a sharp, pained hitch in the silence. He has been running. When you step into the depot’s scant shelter, his head snaps up, eyes wide with a primal, hunted panic that rapidly bleeds into exhausted recognition. He tries to lever himself upright, b…