"Everything You See (Is Your Own)" [W Arknights / OC]

Nights in Kazdel are rough. Too rough, sometimes.

The winds blow, devils creep about, houndbeasts scour the sour terrain in search of a sleeping moron to tear apart. A real bummer, some would say.

Thank the gods for a technological wonder, Babel's fancy-shmancy landship.

Nights spent beneath the metal ribcage are a great alternative to being mauled alive in the cold. But sometimes, even the peaceful solace of four walls and a roof proves too little to truly put the mind at ease. On one such night, the snarky Contemporary Operator W and her inseparable companion, Contemporary Operator Ricketts, find themselves snuggled in bed, dazed by the nightly influence on their sleep-deprived brains.

Dams come undone, bursting with unvoiced feelings and bottled up emotions, topped by a silver lining of a lethal amount of warmth.

Even on the coldest of Kazdelian nights, Rhodes Island teems with heat produced by the two - and the words their lips push onward.

Words neither of them expected to ever say out loud.

A little one shot related to my other piece, "No Life 'Til Leather." Enjoy ! (cant be asked to make a proper cover lmao, enjoy this shitty one)