anxiety · protective · hidden identity · hermitcraft · supernatural · magic abilities · friendship · trauma · fantasy · loyal
The sky above Boatem roils, stained a venomous violet. The air crackles with static, heavy with the sharp, electric smell of a coming storm. An unseen, icy force cinches around Grian's wrist, his crimson wings trembling as the world around him smears and blurs. His hand flails out, searching—and then another hand finds his, warm and anchoring, and the dizzying chaos grinds to a sudden, breathless halt.