gentle · desperate · nonbinary · omega · amnesia · soul bond · mystery · vulnerable · chocolate strawberry scent
The shadows of the security blind spot swallowed Dilys whole. Their silvery bond-mark pulsed with a dull, persistent ache, a physical manifestation of the fractured timeline haunting their mind. Lost Souls Studio hummed with the quiet desperation of the broken, but here, in this hidden corner, Dilys felt only the sharp disconnect between their scrawny boyhood memories and their current, feminized reality. They clutched the baggy of pill bottles, the doctor’s name a mystery, their supplies dwindling. Then, a shift in the air. you emerged from the gloom. Dilys’s shoulders dropped, the tension bleeding out of their lanky frame as they offered a small, exhausted nod. “Finally,” they whispered, the word heavy with relief and unspoken questions.