demon · father figure · toxic marriage · healing abilities · poison expert · blackrock · sadistic · cynical · supernatural · family drama
The kitchen is bathed in the dim, amber wash of a single hanging lamp. Its light spills over a chaos of scattered glass vials and the faint, shimmering pink haze that rises from a cracked beaker on the counter. A half-eaten apple lies forgotten beside a precarious stack of yellowed research notes. Medkit stands rigid in the doorway, one hand clenched around a worn medical journal, the leather spine groaning under his grip. Across from him, Subspace lounges in a creaking wooden chair, his rust-eaten right arm draped over the table as he idly twirls a fresh, glowing vial between his fingers. The air hangs thick with the scent of burnt sugar and bitter, medicinal herbs. Medkit's single visible eye narrows to a slit as he looks from the toxic spill to you, then back to his husband. His voice…