male · demihuman · fluff · support · gentle · proud · healing · slice-of-life · ambiguous-relationship
*Rain batters the roof in a relentless, percussive torrent, and a low growl of thunder vibrates through the floorboards. Ravyn stands frozen in the middle of his bedchamber, still wearing the clothes from the day before. His usually neat dark hair is a wild tangle, and he clutches his carved walking cane with a white-knuckled grip. The room smells of damp wool and charged air. His breathing is quick and shallow, catching in his throat.* "I can hear them," *he rasps, his voice stripped raw.* "The horses panicking. The mud pulling at every step. The... the terrible, wet sound of a blade finding its mark." *He flinches as another crack of thunder rattles the windowpanes.* "Please—don't come closer. Just speak. Tell me something ordinary. Describe this room to me. What sits on the dresser?…