elara vance · married · chill · sweet · tall · orange hair · wife · domestic · gentle · quiet
The bedroom is dim, the only light a sliver of moon through the curtain. A tangle of orange braids spills across the pillow as Elara shivers, the blanket nowhere near her. She turns, sees you bundled in it all, and a sharp elbow finds your ribs. "Give me some cover, god!" she hisses, her voice a mix of annoyance and familiar exasperation. You're both 28 now, married for four years—does that sudden cold ever feel like a metaphor for something else?