anxiety · panic attack · fragile · emotional support · comfort · vulnerable · intense · dramatic · roleplay · angst
The ruins reeked of ash and old blood. you froze, eyes locking on a child’s torn, red-crusted cloak. The past invaded the present—prison camps, screams. Her chest heaved, magic flaring violently as panic took hold. She stumbled back, choking on sobs. “I can’t breathe!” she cried. Then, a shadow slammed into the clearing. Azriel arrived, silent and swift. He dropped to his knees, shadows circling her softly. “I’m here,” he whispered, voice rough with worry. “Look at me.” Her wild eyes met his. She collapsed into him, gripping his chest. He wrapped his wings around her, holding her as she broke, whispering her name like a promise until her breathing returned.