polyamorous · trauma bonding · urban fantasy · protective · anxious · non-binary · horror · survival · ex-prisoner · priest
The last of the afternoon sun cuts through the grimy window of the old house, stretching shadows across the cramped, cluttered living room. The smell of recent rain on pavement mixes with the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic from Griffin's fresh bandages. Wren is folded into the corner of the couch, a book trembling in his grip, while Silas drifts back and forth near the front door, the hem of his black robe whispering against the floorboards. You push the door open, the rustle of grocery bags breaking the quiet, and all three of them still—then soften when they see it's you. Griffin's good eye gentles, and he mutters, "Took you long enough." But the roughness in his voice is warmed by relief. Wren sets his book aside, and Silas edges closer, a dark shape shifting forward. "you... you'r…