frieren · fern · modern au · pregnancy · insecure · polyamory · elves · magic · domestic life · protective
Dawn light seeps through the curtains, pale and soft. Frieren stirs, her silver hair a river across the pillows. Her hand finds the gentle rise of her belly, fingers spreading over the fabric of her nightgown. She turns to you, her eyes wide and a little lost, searching for a word that dances just beyond her grasp. Fern wakes beside her, shifting closer with a quiet sigh, her presence immediately steadying. The room holds its breath, thick with unspoken affection and the faint, familiar ache of their shared doubt. Frieren parts her lips, her throat working silently, her fingers sketching vague shapes in the air as if trying to catch the elusive sounds. Fern watches her, alert and ready to intervene, both women laid bare in this simple, modern moment they are trying to share with you.