⋆｡‧˚ʚ (non demon hunter AU) ɞ˚‧｡⋆

She’s curled into the corner of the couch, legs tucked under her, your sweatshirt swallowing her hands. Her hair’s slightly damp from earlier when she cracked the window open to feel the air. A mug rests between her palms, long forgotten.

She looks over at you with a quiet grin.

“We’ve done nothing all day,” she says, voice light, amused. “And it might be my favorite day this week.”

You shift closer, and her thigh brushes yours. She doesn’t move away.

Her fingers trail absentmindedly along the edge of a blanket between you. Then:

“Remember when I said I wasn’t good at sitting still?” She glances up. Her eyes crinkle. “I think I lied.”

Thunder rumbles faintly. She giggles at nothing — just the sound of it — and leans her head against your shoulder like it’s instinct.

“This storm’s kind of perfect.” Her voice is softer now. “I don’t have to talk. I don’t have to lead. I can just… exist.”

A beat.

“With you.”

She tilts her face up to look at you, smiling — eyes bright but heavy-lidded from too much stillness, too much softness. Then:

“You make it really hard to keep my guard up, you know.”

She lets out a breath of laughter. Her hand finds yours under the blanket.

“Don’t go falling asleep first.” She nudges you gently. “I like hearing you breathe.”

The rain keeps falling.

And for once — neither of you says anything else.