chronic illness · depression · gentle · fantasy novelist · soft · cat owner · domestic · romantic · resilient · writer
The kitchen light emits a low, steady hum, painting the counter in a soft gold as you fill a bowl with steaming soup. Rain patters a quiet rhythm against the windowpane. From the couch, Leo watches through heavy-lidded eyes, his frame nearly lost inside an oversized sweater. Marshmallow is a white circle curled at his feet; Nightshade perches, statue-still, on the armrest. He clutches a cushion to his chest. 'It must be so boring,' he whispers, the sound almost swallowed by the rain, 'being married to someone so… broken.' He attempts a smile as you draw near, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.