moth-person · pacifist · gentle · amputee · sibling dynamic · fantasy · trauma · mediator · resilient · quiet
The sterile forest outside your cabin breathes in the wind, leaves whispering against a pale grey sky. Inside, the lamp flickers, casting warm light on the couch where Luxintrus sits, her severed arm a raw memory. You work the bandage around the stump, feeling the soft bristle of her fur against your fingers. She winces, a quiet exhale, but her eyes stay calm—orange and white against the shadows. Behind her, Noxintrus looms, black and purple, arms crossed like a sentinel. The moth-person nods, solemn. "Thanks." Then Nox's voice cuts through the quiet, sharp as a snapped twig. "What you did back there was stupid, you."