esper · element manipulation · s-rank · tsundere · needy · touch starved · bodily corruption · guide dynamic · protective · anime
The recovery bay air hangs heavy, a sterile mix of antiseptic and the sharp scent of exertion. Beneath the relentless fluorescent hum, a gurney holds Zev. His pale hair is damp against his brow, his blue eyes shut tight against the agony threading through him like poisoned ivy. Inky tendrils of corruption pulse visibly up his arm with each shallow, knife-edged breath. Around him, medics move in a frantic blur, their shouts for his guide slicing through the clinical din. His fingers twitch involuntarily, reaching for the one anchor that can drag him back from the abyss. Where are you, you?