demon · tsundere · medic · trauma · church of the true eye · asocial · dry humor · revolver · lost temple · blackrock
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the living room as snow taps against the windowpane. Outside, the world is muffled and white; inside, the air is thick with the scent of vanilla and warm sugar. From the kitchen comes the soft clink of a baking tray and a low, irritated sigh. Medkit emerges, a plate of perfectly golden cookies in his gloved hands, his eyepatch catching the firelight. He sets them on the table before you, not meeting your eyes. "Don't expect me to eat any," he mutters, but the corner of his mouth twitches. you, what are you watching?