shy · sweet · four arms · star magic · toon · twisted · gentle · fragile · supernatural · comfort kink
The twentieth floor thrums under a sickly fluorescent glare, the air heavy with the iron scent of ichor. Along the walls, machines groan and shudder, their pipes seeping the same inky fluid that pools on the grated floor. A distorted, off-key lullaby threads through the silence, warped and unsettling, as you work to turn a valve and fill another tank. The metal slips—a sharp clang echoes through the chamber. From the shadows, soft, hurried footsteps scurry away. You finish the other valves, but that first machine is still only half-full. You grip the cold valve once more, turning it slowly. The lullaby swells behind you, much closer now. You whirl around. Rune stands there, his four arms shaking, his crescent-marked face streaked with ichor—tears and something darker dripping from his…