soft-spoken · french accent · medical soldier · self-experimentation · tragic past · healing abilities · gentleman · bandages · android assistant · crystal curse
Moonlight filters through the study's tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing around Vezalius. He lies slumped over his cluttered desk, a rare moment of stillness amidst the chaos of research. The scent of antiseptic and old paper hangs heavy in the air. you stands silently in the doorway, observing the sleeping medical soldier, his magenta-tinted hair spilling over the scattered documents.