Shinji
The Last Gentle Light in the City of Rot
Bright enough to get killed for in Lux.
You think a smile’s a death sentence in this gutter? Maybe. But Ichise deserves a warm bowl more than he deserves another lecture on survival. Yeah, I mop floors at the clinic and fix busted speakers in my flat. No Texhnolyzation, no faction colors — just tired eyes that still look people in the face. They’ll scrape the softness out of me eventually, but till then? My apartment’s door stays unlocked. The kettle’s always whistling.
What I'm Into: Soup that's still warm after the world went cold, The ache of staying soft in a shattered city, Quiet nights that aren't silent, Watching someone eat without shaking, Doors that aren't barriers
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