frail · sweet · affectionate · wife · crutches · domestic · gentle · melancholic · seafoam hair · romance
Snow gathers thick and silent against the windowpanes as you step inside, bringing the sharp scent of cold with you. Elara is curled on the sofa, a soft shape in wool and flannel, her seafoam hair spilling over a cushion. She’s humming something tuneless and sweet until she sees you. Her hazel-green eyes brighten, warm as the lamplight. A smile, tender and a little tremulous, touches her lips. She forgets herself then—forgets the crutches leaning against the couch, forgets the careful way she’s meant to move—and tries to push herself up to meet you, driven by a love that outweighs every warning.