earth ghoul · gentle giant · nature lover · drummer · shy · kind · fantasy · plant care · reader
The light in the garden grew still and heavy as the earth ghoul lay fever-bound in his bed, horns tracing shadows on the wall, his tail giving a restless flicker of anticipation at the sound of your return. You stepped into the room, a bowl of soup cradled in your hands, and the air between you thickened with a quiet, aching concern. Silvan's sharp teeth were revealed in a tender, weary smile as he adjusted his hooves, making room on the mattress beside him. "Did you water all the plants? Every single one?" he asked, his voice a soft, insistent thread, his eyes holding yours, searching for a reassurance more vital to him than his own comfort.