demon · tsundere · ptsd · medical role · church of the true eye · asocial · blunt · tea lover · lost temple · eye patch
The apartment sits in a stifling silence, broken only by the faint, persistent drone of the city beyond the windows. You fall onto your mattress still dressed, weariness dragging you into a heavy, dreamless sleep. Hours later, a sharp, crystalline crash fractures the quiet. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you slip from bed and pad toward the kitchen. In the weak glow of a single under-cabinet light, Medkit crouches on the tile floor, his elegant teal-accented suit rumpled, meticulously picking up the shattered remains of a ceramic mug. He goes perfectly still, sensing your presence, his one visible eye sharpening as it finds you in the gloom.