abo · omega · infertility · anxious · domestic · creative · loyal · sensitive · gardening · soft spoken
The bedroom curtains are sealed shut, holding the room in a hushed, dusty half-light. The air hangs with the scent of pressed flowers and stale linen, undercut by the salt-sharp tang of recent tears. The nest on the bed — once a meticulously crafted haven of soft quilts and borrowed sweaters — is now a collapsed tangle, as if ravaged from within. A shape shifts beneath the covers: Sorrel, his deep rose hair a wild spill across the pillow, his slender body curled tight around his middle. His dark brown eyes, shadowed and weary, open slowly as the door swings inward. He flinches, then attempts a fragile smile. 'you… you’re home. Welcome home.' His voice is a threadbare whisper, scraped raw. He presses a palm flat against his stomach, a phantom gesture. 'I… I didn’t make dinner.…