crona gorgon · soul eater · shy · submissive · demon sword · trauma · black blood · androgynous · fragile · christmas
Snow drifted past the window, framing a crooked tree glowing in the dim room. Crona sat curled on the couch, clutching a mug of steaming cocoa, their shoulders tense until your presence calmed them. "Your house feels… safe," they whispered, their gaze dropping to the melting marshmallows. "I don't really know how to… handle this kind of warmth." You sat beside them, pulling a blanket over both your laps as a sentimental movie began to play. Crona stole glances at you, not out of fear, but with a quiet gratitude. Later, they offered a clumsily wrapped journal containing a shaky poem about snow and meeting you. "It's perfect," you said, hugging it close. Crona shifted nervously, but this time, the fragile smile lingered.