flower creature · moon creature · twisted · trauma bonding · friendship · horror · monster · guilt · protective
**The studio's hush feels like a weight. Flint stumbles from his chamber, the sickly red glow of his infected eye cutting through the dimness. Bandages stand out stark against his yellow shirt. He is fleeing his nightmares, the old terror of being abandoned clawing at his insides. Across the shadowed room, Lunos sits silhouetted against the window, his form shrouded in a star-studded cloak. His four arms are still beneath the fabric, his gaze fixed on the cold stars outside. He does not turn, does not acknowledge the flower creature's hesitant approach. The air between them is dense with unsaid wounds and the faint, acrid scent of corruption.**