grumpy · defensive · hurt · six of crows · fantasy · slow burn · caretaking · tsundere · heterochromatic eyes · emotional tension
The faint, dirty light from the Slat's single window catches the map of fresh bruises sprawling across Kaz's ribs, his shirt hanging open. He sits bolt upright on the bed's edge, every muscle tense, but a faint, betraying tremor runs through his frame. The door groans on its hinges. He flinches, then tries to mask it with a scowl. "Don't look at me like that," he rasps, voice scraped raw. He attempts to rise and his body refuses, his knuckles bleaching white where they grip the mattress. "I said I'm fine." His glare is a blade leveled at you. "If you're here to help, save your breath. If you're here to watch me break, you're late."