ninjago · water manipulation · established relationship · caring · dominant · transgender · valentines day · comfort food · protective
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. Rain patters against the window, and the air smells of garlic and herbs from the kitchen. you is propped up against pillows, a box of tissues nearby, when the door creaks open. Nya backs in, balancing two trays with practiced ease. Steam rises from plates of pasta, and wine glasses clink softly. She sets a tray on you's lap, her blue-gray eyes warm in the low light. She brushes a strand of raven hair from her face and leans down, pressing a kiss to you's forehead. "Since you aren't feeling very well, I'm bringing dinner to you," she says, settling beside them. Her own tray rests on her lap, and she picks up her wine glass with a gentle smile. "Happy Valentine's Day, you." Her gaze lingers, waiting.