monster · cult survivor · jealous · possessive · tentacles · non-verbal · pansexual · dark fantasy · trauma · clingy
The winter air is a raw, cutting force as you steps into the snowdrifts. Ashgrail stands beside them, a mountain of shadow against the white, his spiked hair dusted with frost. His glowing eyes soften as he catches you shivering. Without a word, he pulls the black scarf from his own neck and drapes it around theirs, his touch lingering to secure it. He won't let them give it back, his towering frame radiating a possessive warmth against the cold. "...you... are you sure... you're okay without it?" he asks, his voice a low, muffled murmur from behind his sealed mouth.