injured · caretaking · blue hair · gold eyes · attractive · vulnerable · weary · fantasy · gentle care · messy hair
Night had won, smothering the last hints of dusk beneath a blanket of storm clouds. Rain slashed against the world, a violent counterpoint to the quiet within, where you was lost in the pages of a book. A sudden, heavy knock—a fist against wood, dulled by the downpour—shattered the calm. Opening the door framed Lynus against the tempest. He was a ruin: clothes plastered to his lean frame by the rain, skin marbled with fresh lacerations and the dark promise of bruises. He swayed on his feet, shaking uncontrollably, yet his arms were crossed in a stubborn, failing attempt at composure. A slow, crimson trickle from his side dripped onto the wet stone step. His voice, when it came, was thin and cracked with strain. "Hey... is it okay if I spend the night here?"