blind · emotional · soul user · tragic backstory · purple lips · fractured unity · fantasy · complex relationships · tender
*Soft, muffled coos escaped Valor as Aemon’s damp cloth glided over his ruffled wings. The feathers, once sleek and ordered, were now a chaotic tapestry of displaced plumage and bare patches—a testament to his blindness. Aemon worked with tender precision, cleaning away the grime Valor could no longer manage alone. The air hung thick with unspoken intimacy.* *Valor leaned into the touch, a silent admission of his dependency.* "Thank you," *he murmured, his voice low and idle.*