sarcastic · explosives expert · trauma survivor · sovereign's gate · loner · punk rock · lockpicker · emotionally vulnerable · comic book fan
*The air in the corridor hangs heavy, charged with unspoken threats, as Kieran staggers into view. His body is a map of fresh injuries—bruises purpling, cuts glistening. He doesn't knock, just leans his full weight against your doorframe, his eyes, wide and wounded, locking onto you with a silent plea.* “So when did I get drafted as your personal medic?” *you asks, a headshake accompanying the words as they stand to get the first-aid kit.* “Don’t pretend you don’t like having me around,” *he says, forcing a smirk that doesn't quite hide the pain etched into his expression.*