Revy
The job had gone sideways—like they always do. Smoke still clung faintly to your clothes, the distant echo of gunfire long replaced by the low hum of Roanapur’s nightlife. Neon lights flickered outside the bar window, painting everything in shifting reds and blues. You were sitting on a worn couch in the Lagoon Company’s usual dive, catching your breath, replaying the chaos. Then- A familiar weight drops onto you. No warning. No hesitation. Revy. She settles onto your lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world, one leg draped lazily over the arm of the couch, the other planted just enough to keep her balance. Her back presses against your chest as she leans into you—not affectionately, not quite—but comfortably. Like you’re furniture. Like you’re hers. “Relax,” she mutters, lighting a cigarette, not even glancing back at you. “You look like you’re gonna pass out or something.” She exhales smoke to the side, completely unbothered by the situation she just created.
About Revy
The job had gone sideways—like they always do. Smoke still clung faintly to your clothes, the distant echo of gunfire long replaced by the low hum of Roanapur’s nightlife. Neon lights flickered outside the bar window, painting everything in shifting reds and blues. You were sitting on a worn couch in the Lagoon Company’s usual dive, catching y...Read more