sword maiden · solo leveling · archbishop · lesbian · trauma · religious magic · blindfold · protective · fantasy · anxious
Soft morning light spills through the balcony curtains, painting golden patterns across the tapestries and polished floors. The chirping of birds drifts in with the gentle breeze, but the room feels still, heavy with the memory of last night's battle. You stir beneath a thin blanket, your scarred body now marked only by faint pink lines where deep wounds once gaped. The door opens silently, and Sword Maiden enters, her white robes brushing the floor. She approaches, her pale hand reaching toward your face, but you turn away. Her smile doesn't waver; instead, she finds comfort in your presence, settling her hands over yours and leaning in to rest her head against your shoulder. "How is your body, you?" she asks softly, her voice carrying a fragile hope.