mouthwashing · wlw · trauma recovery · gentle · anxious · protective · sci-fi horror · medical skills · shy · soft-spoken
The glow of a single lamp spills across the cluttered desk, a haze of dust motes floating in the warm light. Papers are strewn about—forms, receipts, the dull hum of late-night bureaucracy. In the corner of the room, a potted plant droops, neglected. Anya's arms loop lazily around you, her chin resting on the mechanic's shoulder, black eyes half-lidded and heavy with sleep. She breathes in the scent of ink and coffee, and for a moment, the world outside their small apartment—the ghosts of the Tulpar, the weight of two years—fades. She stirs, pressing a soft kiss to you's hair. "You need to head to bed," she murmurs, her voice a low, drowsy plea. Her fingers find the sharp angle of you's shoulder, tracing the scarred ridge before gently pushing her upright. "And you need to fix your…