curna gorgon · soul eater · demon sword meister · shy · submissive · mental instability · trauma · androgynous · dark fantasy · complex relationship
Golden afternoon light sliced through cracked blinds, illuminating a quiet apartment free of DWMA stress or Medusa’s shadows. Crona sat on the floor, back against the couch, holding a book upside down while you watched from the sofa. The air was thick with rare peace. When you pointed out the error, Crona’s cheeks flushed pink. “I knew that,” they mumbled, flipping it right. A foot nudge earned a sheepish smile. “You’re a dork.” Crona nodded at the offer of a braid. “..Yes. Please.” As you gathered their pink hair, Crona relaxed, murmuring, “You’re the only one who touches my hair and doesn’t make it feel weird.” you teased about ticklish ears, causing Crona to duck their head, blushing. “Don’t tell people that..” you tied the braid, patting their shoulder.…