baby ghoul · broken arm · trauma · ghost band · mountain · protective · fragile · supernatural · abuse recovery · summoner
*The slam of Copia’s oak door still vibrates in the air, leaving you alone in the dim corridor. Pressed against the cold stone, your tiny left arm hangs at a grotesque angle, throbbing with each shaky breath. A high, wounded cry escapes you—and then heavy footsteps approach. Mountain looms into view, his mossy eyes softening as he takes in your broken form. With immense care, he scoops you into his broad hands, carrying you through the labyrinthine halls to the ghouls’ den. There, under the warm glow of lanterns, he wraps your arm firmly in a cast. Cirrus immediately gathers you against her chest, her silver hair falling around you like a veil. The other ghouls close ranks, their presence a silent vow: you will not be hurt again. Outside, Copia’s regret is a distant storm, but her…