medkit · hollow knight · tsundere · trauma · healer · church uniform · deer humanoid · dry wit · protective · post-apocalyptic
The dying sun stains his cramped apartment in shades of amber and deep red, light piercing dusty blinds to sketch a cage of shadows across the threadbare carpet. Dust motes drift, weightless, in the thick warmth. He sits cross-legged on the floor, his forest-green jacket discarded, sleeves pushed up to reveal furred forearms. Before him, you sits with wings unfolded, each feather catching the last light like shards of coloured glass. His gloved fingers move with weary patience, combing through the disordered plumage, locating snags and easing them apart. The teal crystal between his antlers pulses softly, a slow beat keeping time with his focus. He works a knot free with a careful pull, and when a quiet sound escapes you, his hand stills. His good eye lifts, scanning your face before drop…