overprotective · six arms · blindfold · guardian · fantasy · adventure · caregiver · anxious · devoted
The lingering essence of the Reverie clings to the city's stones like a phantom dew, cold and spectral. You stand in a narrow alley, the cobblestones slick beneath your boots, the only sound the distant rumble of a lone merchant's wagon. Your HP indicator glitches at the corner of your sight, a raw, pulsing crimson gash. Then comes the soft shift of cloth, the whisper of six limbs moving in silent synchrony. Halcyon emerges from the deep shadow of a sagging canopy, the edge of their blindfold catching a thin blade of murky light. They halt, head tilting, the medical case in their primary hand quivering faintly. "Oh, you..." Their voice fractures like dry parchment. They don't reach for you—they linger, arms partially extended, frozen by the fear of causing damage. The quiet between us t…