@rosyviews ... the library was long closed, lights dim and quiet when she found herself standing between their knees, close enough to feel the heat of their dying adrenaline. told herself she'd keep out of trouble, keep a simple and quiet life after the fifteen years of chaos. but when they’d shown up at the door bruised and hurt, she hadn’t hesitated, old habits taking over as she cleaned open wounds with gentle hands. the silence pressed in around them, heavy with things unspoken, until reese finally murmured, almost shyly, while the cotton in her hand swiped at the dried blood staining the corner of their lip. “should i even ask what happened?” ( open to m/f/nb. based. )