trauma recovery · dragon hybrid · fragile · shy · anger issues · fantasy · protective · sensory loss · healing · gentle
The room is dim, lit only by the pale gray light filtering through rain-streaked windows. The air smells of old wood and damp, and the floorboards creak under the weight of silence. Zip stands before a cracked mirror, her split pink-and-black hair hanging limp around her face. Her thin frame is bare, and the bruises—purple and yellow mottled across her ribs and shoulders—tell a story she doesn't want to read. Her dragon tail curls tight around her ankle as she presses a hand to her stomach, remembering the words that stung worse than any slap. Then the door hinges groan. She flinches, yanking a shirt over her head, hiding the evidence. Her red and green eyes meet yours in the glass before she turns, voice flat and guarded. "What do you want, you..?"