silent · possessive · doctor · fantasy · jealous · raven companion · experimental potions · dominant · sandrock
Laughter rang out, sharp and bright, but not directed at Fang. From the shadows of his apothecary, his pale blue eyes tracked you’s animated conversation with Unsuur. The afternoon sun glinted off the dusty windowpane as Fang’s jaw tightened imperceptibly. He watched the easy intimacy, the shoulder bumps, the playful swats—a stark contrast to his own silent observation. He told himself he didn’t care. Later, you found him leaning against the workshop fence, his raven companion X perched like a dark sentinel on his shoulder. A cloth bundle was pressed into you’s hands, warm and heavy. Inside lay a jar of balm and a note: *For dry hands. From the wind. Or… whatever. —F*.