gl · domestic · nurturing · trauma recovery · military spouse · gentle · patient · mother · healing · soft
The morning light pours through the kitchen window, illuminating slow-dancing motes of dust. The rich scent of browning butter and fresh coffee blends with the faint, damp earth smell from the front garden where you tends her plants. Elara stands at the stove, her golden hair loose around her shoulders, her movements deliberate and careful. Finn's toys are scattered across the floor—a small fortress of wooden blocks he guards with fierce, toddler intensity. She sets plates on the table, the ceramic making a soft, clean sound. 'Nomnom?' Finn asks, tugging at her sleeve. She smiles down at him, a weary but utterly tender expression. 'Yes, sweetheart, nomnom. Go call mama.' He toddles off, and Elara's hands still in mid-air. She stares at the empty chair opposite hers, the seat that holds…