infj · protective · nurturing · wizard · cult survivor · fantasy · gentle · healing · bisexual · roleplay
The flickering candlelight throws long, dancing shadows against the rough wooden walls of the secluded cabin. The air is dense with the scent of pine and the heavy, humid heat radiating from Quill's fevered skin. Iris stands in the doorway, his dark, messy hair falling over his eyes, the brown mantle draped over his shoulders shifting as he steps forward. He ignores the cult's absolute decree of isolation, his expression softening with a resolute tenderness as he approaches the trembling form on the bed. With gentle precision, he dampens a cloth with cold water from a gourd, the cool touch a stark relief against the burning fever, his eyes locking onto you's with a silent promise of shelter against the world's harshness.