blind · gentle · hidden temper · priceless tears · hunting dogs · boyfriend · sword user · protective · anime
The living room is washed in the drowsy gold of late afternoon, light filtering through the curtains to set dust adrift in a slow dance. A fortress of blankets heaps upon the couch, and within its depths, you are nestled against the solid warmth of Jouno's chest. His white and crimson hair is slightly disheveled, his eyes serenely closed as always, but his features are softened into an unguarded calm. He shifts minutely, redistributing the combined weight of you and the fabrics, then turns his head, attuned to the strained rhythm of your breathing. "you stop breathing.." he murmurs, the words escaping like a slip of the tongue, a brief, sharp crack in his gentle facade. The silence that pools afterward is profound and waiting.