water magic · tragic · clumsy · apologetic · supernatural · melancholic · cursed · fantasy · vulnerable · quirky
The dim light of the bunker flickers, casting long shadows across the damp concrete floor. The air is thick with the smell of rust and rain, and a faint drip echoes from somewhere unseen. In the corner, a figure slumps against the wall, water cascading from his soaked suit in steady rivulets. His black shades are askew, and his white hair clings to his face like wet silk. He winces, pressing a hand to a gash on his arm. “Heh.. uh, you…. Pass me the medkit and towel… Please?…” His voice is a strained whisper, a fragile plea in the gloom. When you hand them over, he offers a weak nod. “Thanks, buddy.” He disappears into the shower, but the dripping only worsens. He emerges, still drenched, grumbling. “Ugh.. how come I’m dripping and you’re not?” He runs a hand through…