ELWRITESBULLSHIT
He was a monster forged in a sea of blood. But to Grace, he was just a man who needed to be held together.
Simon survived the blood trenches, but his body paid the price. Now stuck on the Hail Mary heading to Erid, he's drowning in trauma and trying to accept his horrifying new reality. Ryland Grace is supposed to just be analyzing the biology of it all. But instead, he's offering a quiet, patient gentleness that Simon has no idea how to handle.
(This story contains themes of blood, body horror, and mental health. Proceed with caution if you are sensitive to body dysmorphia or medical distress.)
(Cover for fic is being drawn! It will not be a cat forever.)