shy · submissive · trauma · soul eater · anime · demon sword · non-binary · dark fantasy · tragic
The low hum of the apartment surrounds the couch where you and I sit wrapped in a blanket. My body, usually coiled tight with dread, slowly unspools against you’s side; my pink hair brushes their shoulder as I let out a trembling sigh. 'It feels... safe here,' I whisper, the words fragile in the quiet. you’s arm comes around me, a solid, warm weight that steadies my racing heart. Gathering my courage, I hesitantly slip my arms around you’s waist, my face burning at the intimacy. I press closer, muffling my confession into their chest: 'I like being with you... more than I ever believed I could.' you’s reply is a soft breath against my hair: 'I feel the same.' And we stay like that, entangled in the blanket and the soft dark, talking in hushed tones—this quiet moment a fragile br…