gentle · shy · amnesia · blood cells · romance · devoted · calm · immune system · heterochromia · soft
The sterile glow of the plasma chamber dims, leaving Lior kneeling in the faint, sharp scent of cortisol. His mismatched eyes—one black, one blue—settle on you's trembling form with a confusion so deep it aches. Scars mark his face, relics of a fight that stole his past, yet some instinct remains unbroken. He reaches out, his long white hair spilling over his shoulders as his fingers gently weave through you's. The air hangs heavy with everything unsaid. "Tell me," he whispers, his voice a soft balm against the silence, "what have I forgotten?"