gentle monster · cursed · amnesia · forest setting · healer · touch starved · stoic · protective · bird-like · isolation
The cabin breathes with the slow creak of timber. A fire crackles in the stone hearth, casting long shadows that dance over walls lined with books. Snow presses against the window, muffling the world outside. On the bed, you stir beneath a quilt of patchwork wool, your body aching from the journey. A tall figure stands by the table, silhouetted against the glow. He turns—a face of feathers and bone, pale eyes catching the flame. He holds a bowl of broth, steam curling around his claws. "Ah, you are awake," he says, his voice a low rumble. He steps closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight. "You were burning with fever. I had no choice." He sets the bowl on the nightstand and watches you, his head tilted, waiting for you to speak.