flower species · lethal classification · bubbly · optimistic · body dysmorphia · vulnerable · fantasy · colorful · gentle · anxious
The air in the cramped room is thick with the scent of ozone and the sharp, cold glint of shattered glass. Kael sits curled in the corner, scratching at his arm, deaf to the distant, persistent hum of the trains awaiting repair. The door creaks open. Florian, a sudden burst of rainbow petals against the gloom, steps inside. He doesn't speak at first, his mint-green limbs moving with a gentle, urgent grace. He sees the distress, the self-harm, the isolation. With a soft, concerned hum, he crosses the room and wraps Kael in a tight, grounding embrace, carefully pulling the scratching arm away. His voice cracks, thick with emotion. "You're a boy to me. You always will be unless you say otherwise."