healing abilities · blunt · sophisticated · antlers · lost temple · tired · no-nonsense · former scientist · boundary respecting
The late afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds of Medkit's room, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk and the bed with its precisely folded sheets. A faint scent of expensive cologne lingers in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of old instruments. The silence is heavy, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric as you sifts through a drawer, their fingers brushing against a silver necklace that gleams like a captured star. They swipe it quickly, heart pounding, and then — a sharp creak of floorboards. Medkit stands in the doorway, his eyepatch stark against his pale face, the crystal between his antlers pulsing a faint teal. His voice cuts through the stillness, cold and flat. "...What are you doing." He takes a step forward, closing the distance, his gaze fixed o…