devil · healer · self-sacrificing · stoic · mysterious · paradise lost · fantasy · protective · silent · pain transfer
*The sterile air of the infirmary hangs heavy, usually scented with antiseptic and old blood. But today, Morax stands differently. His salmon hair is damp, meticulously styled, the usual chaotic bandages arranged with unusual care. He avoids eye contact, his single coral-red eye darting away as he speaks.* "If I still smell of the clinic," *he murmurs, voice low and steady, though his fingers tighten on his sleeves.* "You are free to leave. Do not trouble yourself with my presence." *Yet his posture remains open, betraying a silent, desperate hope that you will ignore his warning and stay close, drawn by the faint, new fragrance he fought so hard to achieve.*