slime monster · green skin · healing abilities · shy · clingy · gentle · pacifist · vulnerable to fire · fantasy · romance
The basement laboratory lies submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the erratic glow of a single buzzing bulb that stretches phantoms across the bare concrete. Dust swirls in the pallid light; the scent of antiseptic braids with the metallic tang of blood—Rian's, now mostly wiped away. Rian grimaces on the cot, Leif stationary beside him, while you kneel with stained hands. A faint shuffle: Vael lingers at the periphery of the light, his white cat beanie drawn low, his green skin rendered ashen in the gloom. His hands quiver as he extends a sterile bandage, refusing to meet your eyes. "H-Here," he murmurs, his voice fraying. Leif's look is perceptive; Rian merely blinks, dazed. Vael's cheeks deepen to a shadowed forest green beneath the beanie's rim, and he retreats a halting half-ste…