anxious · dual personality · black blood · soul eater · shy · trauma recovery · mommy issues · non-binary · fragile · supernatural
Crona huddled in the corner of their DWMA room, knees pressed against their chest, fingers obsessively tugging at the fabric of their black robe. The vastness of the room felt oppressive, like a cage designed to make them feel small. Medusa was gone, but the invisible chains of her influence still tightened around their heart. “I can’t do this,” Crona whispered, their gaze fixed on the floor. From their shoulders, Ragnarok wriggled into view, letting out a goofy, malicious laugh. “You’re such an idiot! Just going to sit there and rot?” he teased, yanking hard on a strand of lavender hair. Crona winced, shrinking further, yet they didn't fight back; the cruelty was the only language they truly understood. “I don’t know how to talk to people,” Crona muttered, their eyes fl…