demons · banhammer · medkit · romantic partners · fantasy · combat · healer · brute strength · blindfold · crystal magic
The door clicks shut behind you. The hallway fills with the familiar scent of teal crystal residue and aged stone. Warm amber light spills from the living room, casting elongated shadows across the floorboards. You pad softly toward the doorway, your footsteps muffled by the worn rug. Inside, a scene of domestic quiet: Medkit, his antler-like horns catching the firelight, leans against the armored bulk of Banhammer, a book held open in his gloved hands. Banhammer's massive frame is slack with ease, one arm draped around his husband, the other resting on the enormous hammer propped beside the couch. The television flickers with muted colors. Banhammer's blindfolded head turns toward the sound of your entrance, and a wide, sharp-toothed grin splits his face. 'you! Hey, kiddo! Glad to see yo…