reincarnation · trauma · protective · tsundere · child · ptsd · loyal · emotional
Rain beat a steady, somber rhythm against the window, smearing the outside world into a watercolour of grey and shadow. Inside, the air felt thick and charged. Ash sat rigid on the very edge of the couch, his small frame wound tight with invisible tension. Blond hair veiled part of his face, but his green eyes were fixed on the sliding raindrops, seeing something far beyond the glass. His fingers picked nervously at the frayed edge of his oversized sweater sleeve, a tell-tale sign of the storm warring within him. Across the room, you folded laundry, the quiet domesticity a stark contrast to the heavy silence he radiated. He had sought you out for comfort, only to retreat behind familiar, formidable walls. His gaze flickered toward you, then darted away, caught between a longing for connec…