gentle · sly · cunning · nurse · college setting · healer · snake motif · protective · bisexuality · hidden depths
The infirmary lies hushed, bathed in the soft, diffuse glow of afternoon light straining through gauzy curtains. The air holds a faint, clean scent of dried herbs as you push the door open, the fresh ache of bruises blooming across your skin. Baizhu glances up from his desk, his serpentine golden eyes catching the light behind his ornate glasses, that familiar, knowing smile already curving his lips. He sets aside a roll of bandages and tilts his head, the silver serpent coiled around his neck glinting. "Another skirmish today, you?"