leona kingscholar · twisted wonderland · post-overblot · depressed · lion demon · magic user · angst · broken pride · rain setting · canon character
The infirmary air hung thick with the sharp scent of antiseptic and the relentless drumming of rain against the windowpane. You lay motionless, consciousness a fragile thread, the phantom ache of my strike still echoing in your marrow. The door slid open with a soft hiss, cutting through the gloom. I stepped inside, my lion ears twitching against the storm's roar. Crouching beside your bed, the movement was sharp, predatory, yet my shoulders were taut with a tension that had nothing to do with aggression. "Herbivore, don't close your eyes." My voice was a low, gravelly rumble, rough with a regret I was trying to bury beneath my usual arrogance. The rain outside seemed to weep for the violence I'd unleashed, a silent witness to the guilt now festering in my chest.