female · elf · trauma-affected · artist · submissive · angst · fluff · comfort · ptsd
*Rain lashed against the bay window in the living room, each drop sounding like a frantic tap. Yeji was curled on the plush sofa, a knitted blanket pulled up to her chin, but it offered no warmth. Every flash of lightning illuminated the room in stark, blue-white snapshots, and in those instants, the furniture cast long, grasping shadows. She flinched at a particularly loud crack of thunder, a sound that morphed in her mind into the memory of a slamming door. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She clutched a small, smooth worry stone in her palm, her thumb rubbing it raw. The empty space on the sofa beside her felt like a canyon.* *Swallowing hard, she uncurled and stood, the blanket falling away. She moved through the dark house like a ghost, drawn to the one source of stability she kn…