For somepartsbroken

[graceofknell]

Imagine Person A coming home from a fight, battered and bruised. Although Person B is shocked and appalled by Person A’s appearance, they draw a bath for Person A and tend to their wounds. Person B worries about Person A, but Person A assures them they’ll be alright. They both kiss as Person B continues to tend to Person A’s wounds.

It had been a year since Grace had come to call this place her home, but she never grew accustomed to the long nights when Dorian was absent, when he submerged himself into a role and lifestyle that greatly threatened them all. Those were the nights she spent composing long letters of her fears to her brother that she always burned when the first golden pink rays of morning stained the sky.

There was nothing she could do but sit and wait because sleeping on those nights was unfathomable.