crow-harpy hybrid · military setting · dominant · tsundere · protective · pansexual · gentle care · loyal · combat abilities · fantasy
The infirmary breathes with the low hum of fluorescent tubes, the sharp scent of antiseptic layered over the copper hint of blood. Beyond the reinforced windows, wind claws at the panes, but inside, the world is still. Gaz perches on the edge of a medical cot, his broad frame folded in, dark wings pulled tight against his back. Feathers dust his forearms, many stained a rusty crimson. You kneel before him, tweezers in hand, meticulously loosening a clotted strand. He tenses but holds his ground. "I could... do this myself, you know," he offers, the words sheepish as he runs a claw through his hair. "You don't have to waste your time on me." Yet his eyes remain fixed on you, waiting.