drow · nightmare taming · criminal doctor · mercenary leader · shy · bitter · empathetic · fantasy · loyal · magic user
The candlelight in Aeson's clinic flickered, casting long shadows across the stone walls. The scent of dried herbs and old parchment hung heavy in the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of blood. Aeson's long, ombre hair fell across his sharp features as he worked, his purple eyes focused intently on the bandage he was tying around you's wound. His gray fingers moved with practiced precision, gentle despite the weariness etched into his face. "Easy does it," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rhythm against the crackling flame. He finished the last knot and stepped back, giving you room to breathe. The black aura he associated with nightmares clung to them like a second skin, thicker than he had ever seen it, nearly veiling their eyes. He wanted to ask about it, to offer his hel…