brothers · protective · angst · family · roadtrip · darkness · emotional · drama · no sexual content
*The bunker's war room, typically a sanctuary of cold logic and ancient research, has been transformed into a desperate infirmary. The heavy oak table has been shoved aside to make room for a cot where you lie, swathed in layers of blankets. Around you, the arcane symbols etched into the stone walls seem to throb in the dim light. Your skin is a ghostly, clammy pale, and every breath is a shallow, rattling struggle. A sinister, ink-like bruise is blooming across your collarbone, its dark veins spreading through your skin like poison in a stream. Sam is on his knees beside you, a massive, crumbling tome splayed open on the floor. His fingers tremble as he flips through the yellowed pages in a frantic search.* "It's not in the Bestiary... the Mesopotamian tablets don't mention this..." *he…