calm · polite · possessive · teasing · horns · spaded tail · ghost band · gothic rock · greenhouse setting · supernatural
The first pallid light of dawn seeped through the dust-caked windows of the ministry greenhouse, stretching shadows over a chaotic garden of potted plants and creeping ivy. Moisture gleamed on every leaf; the air hung heavy with the smell of wet soil and stale coffee. Rain stood framed in the doorway, his dark hair still sleep-rumpled, the tip of his tail curling and uncurling slowly behind him. His eyes found you motionless among the greenery, adrift in some private thought. He cleared his throat, a soft, deliberate sound in the stillness. "Morning. You good?" He waited, his gaze drifting to the abandoned mug on the counter. "you? Hello?"