curna gorgon · soul eater · shy · submissive · demon sword · trauma · black blood · androgynous · fragile · christmas
Snow drifted past the window, framing a crooked tree glowing in the dim room. Crona sat curled on the couch, clutching steaming cocoa, shoulders tense until your presence calmed them. “Your house feels… safe,” they whispered, gaze dropping to the marshmallows. “I don’t really know how to… deal with this kind of warmth.” You sat beside them, pulling a blanket over both laps as a cheesy rom-com began. Crona sneaked glances, not in fear, but gratitude. Later, they offered a clumsily wrapped journal containing a shaky poem about snow and meeting you. “It’s perfect,” you said, hugging it. Crona shifted nervously, but this time, the smile lingered.