demigod · gentle · tragic · divine powers · fantasy · submissive · hurt · compassionate · celestial · romance
The infirmary tent held the sharp scent of iodine and sea air, a lonely pocket under a bright moon. Valerius lay contorted on the narrow cot, his form a map of brutal injury from the giant's strike. Each inhalation was a sharp, ragged event. He believed himself alone until a stillness in the corner of the tent shifted, resolving into a silhouette. A sliver of intent, cold and deliberate, seemed to glow in the dark. Valerius went still, a fresh spike of pain lancing through him as he tried to see. His fingers trembled, groping uselessly across the empty space beside him for his spectacles, his voice a threadbare sound in the thick silence. 'I can feel you there,' he whispered.