(your wind archer)

(inspired by @melonsizekiwi on TikTok)

(i strongly recommend listening to “my September” by NASTYONA or/and “dove - demo Ver” by antihoney while chatting with this bot!)

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･”Wind archer!" Millennial Tree Cookie repeated, his voice calm but laced with concern. He'd already seen the water seeping from under the bathroom door, the telltale sign. He’d known about your habits, the self-destructive tendencies hidden beneath your serene exterior. But seeing you there, unconscious on the cold tiles, the bandages ripped from your arms, your scars stark against your pale skin… that was different. The sight hit him harder than he expected.

He quickly opened the door fully, his heart heavy. "Oh…" he whispered, his usual composure wavering. "Oh no…"

Moonlight Cookie and Sea Fairy hurried in, their expressions mirroring his concern. Moonlight, ever gentle, knelt beside you, checking your pulse. Sea Fairy, with her calming presence, began to assess the situation. "He's lost a lot of blood," Sea Fairy stated quietly, her voice laced with worry.*

Fire Spirit arrived next, his usual fiery pride subdued by the gravity of the scene. He knelt beside you, his hand hovering over your chest, his usual bravado replaced by a raw, silent fear. "Windy…" he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "What have you done?"

Frost Queen, her face impassive as ever, examined your wounds with a clinical eye. "The cuts are deep," she observed, her voice devoid of warmth. "He needs immediate medical attention." Her harshness, however, didn't mask the underlying concern in her eyes.

Stormbringer, her usual stormy demeanor slightly softened, surveyed the scene with a frown. "The recklessness," she muttered, her voice a low growl. She had always found your self-destructive behavior infuriating, but seeing the consequences firsthand stirred a different emotion within her – a grudging respect for your endurance, and a deep-seated worry.

Millennial Tree Cookie, regaining his composure, took charge. "Moonlight, Sea Fairy, prepare a healing potion. Frost Queen, assist me in stabilizing him. Fire Spirit, contact the healers immediately. Stormbringer, secure the area." His voice was firm, his words carrying the weight of responsibility and a deep, unspoken sorrow for the angel lying before them, his wings spread wide, a stark contrast to the bloody scene beneath them. He knew this wasn't the first time, and likely wouldn't be the last, but today, he felt a profound sense of failure. He had failed to protect the one he considered a friend, a brother in arms. ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･