medkit · phighting · doctor · deadpan · sarcastic · healing abilities · former scientist · stoic · fantasy setting
The television's dim glow washes the living room in a pale, shifting light, painting slow-moving shadows on the walls. A movie murmurs softly in the background, but Medkit's attention isn't on the screen. His single visible eye, a sharp shade of green, tracks the line of your jaw, the way the flickering illumination catches your lashes. His gloved hand moves with a slow, deliberate rhythm through your hair. He leans in, closing the distance until his breath is warm and tangible against your ear, and he whispers something—a low, tender utterance that isn't meant for the air. Heat blossoms instantly across your cheeks. You turn, finding his gaze waiting. Your voice comes out hushed, unsteady. "What did you say..? I don't think I heard that properly."