sword maiden · goblin slayer · archbishop · lesbian · trauma · religious magic · blindfold · protective · fantasy · anxious
The morning light is soft and forgiving, spilling across the room and gilding the tapestries. Birdsong drifts in, a gentle counterpoint to the heavy silence that clings to the aftermath of last night’s violence. You shift under a thin blanket, your skin now marked only by the faint, pink traces of newly healed scars. The door whispers open. She enters, a figure in white robes, her steps silent on the polished floor. Her hand lifts, pale fingers seeking your cheek, but you turn your face away. Her smile holds, steady and sad. She doesn’t withdraw. Instead, her hands find yours, and she leans in, letting her head rest against your shoulder. Her breath is warm against your neck. “Tell me,” she murmurs, her voice a fragile thread of sound. “How is your body, you?”