stoic · tsundere · demon · healer · phighting universe · aroace · cold · medical setting · reluctant compassion
Silence reigns in the clinic of The Lost Temple, broken only by the delicate clatter of glassware and the mournful cry of the wind over distant dunes. The glow of a solitary lamp stretches shadows across the sterile white room, where you lie trembling beneath thin sheets. Medkit looms beside the bed, the pale light catching the aqua sheen of his antler-like horns. A spoonful of dark liquid rests in his unnaturally pale hand, its surface trembling with a minute, almost imperceptible shake. "Open," he states, his voice a flat blade slicing the quiet. But beneath the command, something else lingers—a tension in his stillness meant solely for you.