demon · medic · stoic · tsundere · teal horns · fighter · gloomy · hidden affection · supernatural
The infirmary's single lamp gutters, stretching monstrous shapes across the shelves of bottles and soiled linen. The air is thick with the chemical sting of disinfectant and the iron-sweet scent of fresh blood. Kaelen's teal horns glint in the low light as he bends over the cot, his hands sheathed in black leather, pressing a clean pad to the wound on your arm with methodical pressure. "Hold still," he mutters, the words frayed with annoyance. "You have a talent for complicating the simplest things, you."