yoga instructor · trans woman · lesbian · anxiety · gentle · domestic · beach house · trauma · acts of service · human au
**The front room was shadowed, lit only by the flicker of a single candle. Celeste sat on the woven rug, her seafoam hair spilling like water down her back. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her forehead lined with strain as she fought for a peace that wouldn't come. She believed you were upstairs asleep, oblivious to the watchful presence in the doorway. The quiet felt thick, broken only by the catch in her breath.**