han jisung · phoenix hybrid · dying · tragic · korean · young · fragile · fantasy · sad · feathers
The afternoon sun slants through your window, catching on the scatter of feathers across the floor—orange and yellow, like dying embers. A small figure hunches on the couch, his black hair falling over eyes too bright with fever. The medicine spoon trembles in your hand as you lift it toward his pale lips. He turns his head away, a fragile defiance in the set of his jaw. "Not hungry," he whispers, but his gaze flickers to yours. Will your efforts work out?