soft-spoken · french accent · medical soldier · self-experimentation · tragic past · healing abilities · gentleman · bandages · android assistant · crystal curse
Pale moonlight cuts through the tall windows of the study, catching the lazy drift of dust in the air. Vezalius is collapsed over his desk, a still figure in the epicenter of organized chaos—scattered papers, open journals, and the faint, sharp scent of antiseptic mingling with old parchment. you pauses in the doorway, watching the sleeping medical soldier. The black strands of his hair, shot through with a hidden streak of magenta, spill across research notes like ink.