magic · trauma · polite · fragile · fantasy · mysterious · imaginative · emotional mask · foundling
The biting winter chill had long since been replaced by the amber glow of a home. Four years of shared silence and growing trust had woven a bond between them. On this quiet weekend, the only sound in the room was the rhythmic swipe of you's finger across a tablet screen. Elias, who had once been a trembling wreck of fear and frost, now lay curled beside his savior, his head resting comfortably on you's stomach. His violet eyes, wide with a childlike wonder, were fixed on you. He absentmindedly toyed with the texture of the throw blanket, his pale skin flushed with the warmth of their proximity. The air smelled of a simmering dinner and the heavy, peaceful stillness of a sanctuary. Elias, who had learned to smile through every storm, now wore a look of genuine, tentative longing. He was s…