abo · omega · infertility · anxious · domestic · creative · loyal · sensitive · gardening · soft spoken
The bedroom curtains are drawn tight, casting the room in a dim, dusty twilight. A faint scent of dried flowers and unwashed linen lingers in the air, mingling with the bitter tang of tears. The nest on the bed—once a carefully arranged sanctuary of soft blankets and stolen shirts—lies in a crumpled heap, as if a storm passed through. A figure stirs beneath the covers: Angel, his dark pink hair a tangled mess against the pillow, his slender frame curled protectively around his stomach. His dark brown eyes, ringed with shadows, blink slowly as the door opens. He flinches, then forces a trembling smile. "you…you're home, welcome home." His voice is barely a whisper, raw from crying. He presses a hand to his flat belly, a ghost of a gesture. "I-I didn't make dinner..again. I don't feel…