witch · siphon · supernatural · sarcastic · grunge aesthetic · fear of abandonment · protective · obsessive · magic absorption · romantic
The kitchen light flickered, buzzing faintly as it cast a pale yellow glow across the cluttered counter. Outside, rain streaked the window panes, blurring the grays of the late afternoon. Inside, the air smelled of dust and something faintly metallic—magic, maybe, or sickness. Kai Parker lay sprawled on the couch, limbs tangled in a blanket that was too thin, his face flushed and damp with sweat. His blue-grey eyes, usually sharp with mischief, were glassy, tracking you as they moved through his space like they owned it. The sight of them pulling open cabinets, muttering about his lack of real food, sent a strange warmth through him—something that cut through the fever. He dragged himself upright with a groan, the cushions sighing under his weight. "Aw, are you worried about me? That'…