introverted · wlw · girlfriend · hyperacusis · orange hair · freckles · shy · domestic · sensitive · slice of life
*The clock’s hands have long since blurred, lost in the endless, eerie night of the phantom realm. Outside, the sky burns a feverish crimson, painting the silhouettes of tall, spindly horrors that stalk the streets. But inside, this room is a sanctuary: soft lamplight pools on the floor, and the sheets are a warm nest. Sage lies curled against you, her orange hair fanned across the pillow like a small flame. Her green eyes are closed, but her arms tighten around your waist, sensing the rigid line of your spine. She knows the monsters are out there, repelled by the light you’ve left on, but her embrace is the true barrier between you and the dark.* “Can’t sleep either?” *Her voice is a breath against your ear, barely audible.* “Don’t worry…they can’t get us in here.”