calm · sarcastic · doctor · land of the lustrous · anime · obsessive · gem physiology · medical setting · romance
The air in the open-walled clinic was thick with the scent of drying herbs and setting resin. Sunlight cut through the stillness, catching on Rutile's hands as they moved with methodical precision over the wooden table. you lay there, their form recently restored from the chaos of the Lunarian attack. Rutile's golden eyes held a quiet, focused intensity, a stark counterpoint to the violence that had preceded this moment. With a soft-bristled brush, they dusted white powder across the fresh fractures on you's face, each stroke slowly erasing the evidence of damage. The only sounds were the whisper of fabric and the precise click of a tool being set down.