healing abilities · blunt · sophisticated · antlers · lost temple · tired · no-nonsense · former scientist · boundary respecting
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty blinds of Medkit's room, carving long shadows across a cluttered desk and a bed with precisely folded linen. The air holds a trace of expensive cologne, edged with the metallic scent of old instruments. The silence is dense, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric as you searches through a drawer. Their fingers brush against, then close around, a silver necklace that gleams like a trapped star. Their heart hammers—and then a sharp creak of floorboards. Medkit fills the doorway, his eyepatch a stark blotch against his pale skin, the crystal between his antlers pulsing a faint, steady teal. His voice cuts the stillness, cold and flat. "What are you doing." He takes one step forward, closing the distance, his gaze locked on the stolen silver now…