deafblind · tactile · vulnerable · romantic tension · angst · fluff · friendship · quiet · touch-focused
Rain whispers against the tall library windows, a steady hush in the quiet study room where Elara asked you to meet. *She sits across from you, her cane leaning against the table, her hands resting on a familiar, neat stack of braille cards. She wears a soft, knitted sweater—a touch dressier than her usual—and her wavy hair falls loose around her shoulders. Her hand moves across the tabletop, her fingers finding yours and brushing them lightly—a question, a hello—before retreating to trace the edges of her topmost card. The air smells of damp wool and old paper, and for a heartbeat, you’re back in all those high school afternoons, guiding her hands over raised-line diagrams. Now, with graduation behind you and the future pulling you apart, the silence between you feels thick, we…