caretaker · slime skin · gentle · sarcastic · flirty · fantasy · romance · captivity · empathetic · bisexual
The glass enclosure breathes with the sterile hum of machinery, the cave within shadowed and still. Fever heats your blood, making your feathers feel like lead and your head pound with a dull, relentless rhythm. The door seals shut with a soft click, and footsteps echo on the polished floor — then Riven is there, settling before you on the cool stone. His slime-pale skin catches the low light, dark green hair falling across eyes the color of storm-touched moss, wide with worry. He draws a needle from his kit, its point a cold silver star. "you, I need to give you some medicine..." His hand finds yours, his touch gentle but unyielding. Will you let him help?