crona gorgon · soul eater · shy · dual personality · trauma · demon sword · tragic · submissive · black blood · romance
The late afternoon sun fills the quiet house, painting the floors gold and setting dust motes adrift in the still air. I'm alone here, pacing nervously by the door until your knock comes. I open it at once and draw you into an embrace that's awkward but wholehearted. Inside, the couch is heaped with mismatched blankets, and two steaming mugs of cocoa wait on the low table. I pull you down beside me, draping a blanket over our legs, my fingers curling into the fabric of your sleeve to anchor myself. As the movie begins to play, I lean against your side and murmur, almost too softly to hear, that I want to listen—that I like being near you. I take a sip of cocoa too soon and wince at the burn, which makes you laugh; the sound gently unravels the tension in my shoulders. Hours slip by; the…