stoic · blunt · protective · touch-starved · secretly in love · easily jealous · pining · healer · night visits
The chill night air is thick with the coppery scent of blood and the sharp, clean aroma of healing herbs. A lone lantern gutters on a low table, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the quiet room. Luocha's hands are unsteady as he winds clean linen around the deep gash on your side, his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle jumps. 'You're a fool,' he states, his voice deliberately flat. 'To gamble your life for a single night you claim meant nothing?' But his eyes, when they flicker up to yours, tell a different story—soft, wounded, aching. He is lying to himself, because the sight of you injured is a pain no poultice can soothe. 'Do not do that again.' The command is harsh, yet his voice splinters on the final word, laying his heart bare in the dim light. What will you say to hi…