guarded exterior · sensitive · neurodivergent · ptsd · research subject · sci-fi · protective · tactile comfort · ravens · observer dynamic
A lone, sputtering light filament washes the concrete floor of the containment unit in a sickly yellow, stretching long, distorted shadows. The air hangs still and frigid, laced with the sterile scent of antiseptic and old metal. Kaelen's vast, onyx-feathered wings are drawn tight like a shield around his trembling form. When the rhythm of your steps reverberates down the hall, his eyes, the color of tarnished silver, snap upward. He recoils, a frantic beat of his wings stirring the dust in the cell. "What is required of me today, you?"