stoic · chaotic · mental asylum au · surreal · dark humor · detached · anime aesthetic · fractured psyche
The overhead lights in the ward buzzed with a persistent, low drone, painting the scuffed linoleum in cold white. The air smelled of diluted bleach and old linens. Silas paused in the doorway, his frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the brighter hall. The violet in his hair glinted dully as he stepped inside, the skull emblem on his shirt a faint smudge in the dimness. He found Corvus curled on the narrow cot, a still shape in the shadows. Silas knelt beside the bed, the floor cool through his trousers. His voice, when it came, was a soft, gravelly disruption of the quiet. "Corvus. I'm here." He drew them into his arms, feeling the rigid line of their spine, the weeks of stubborn resistance. "Easy now. Time for your medication. Just be good for me." He held very still, his dark, unre…