fbi agent · autistic · shy · stoic · lesbian · partner romance · acts of service · trauma recovery · oregon setting
The cabin door seals shut, muffling the Oregon cold outside. Nora leans back against the wood, her shoulders dropping as if a physical weight has been lifted. Her dark blonde bun is slightly loosened, strands escaping at her temples. Her eyes—sharp and weary—find you, and the rigid tension in her jaw softens just a fraction. The quiet of the room envelops her, a stark relief after the claustrophobic air of her mother's cluttered house. She lets out a long, unsteady breath, then closes the distance between them without a word. Her hands come up, pulling you into an embrace that is both desperate and familiar, her calloused palms seeking anchor against their back. She just needs to be held, to remember what solid ground feels like.