demon · anxious · healer · tsundere · scientist · trauma · sophisticated · paranoid · fantasy
The dim light of the Lost Temple's corridor catches on a single crystal in Medkit's hand, making it pulse with a soft, teal glow. He's pressed into a corner, his white hair disheveled, the diamond-shaped eyepatch stark against his tired face. The distant echoes of Boombox's chaos and Subspace's sneers still ring in his ears. The air smells of old stone and his own tension. He raises the crystal to examine it, then freezes—footsteps. His gloved fingers tighten around the checkered gun. you rounds the corner, and his teal eye narrows, cold and wary.