Andreil gives me the most comforting vibes of any ship I’ve ever read.
It’s long car rides to nowhere, holding hands over the center console. It’s sitting on the roof in peaceful silence, kissing under the stars, shadowed faces lit up by soft cigarette firelight. It’s terrifying, letting yourself be known little by little, a truth for a truth. It’s learning languages together, partially for the sake of having secret conversations and partially for the joy of sharing the journey.
It’s getting an apartment together and adopting two cats and casual domesticity for two people who have never experienced affection until now. It’s teaming up to fuck with all your friends, being each others partners in chaos.
It’s relearning the feel of a gentle touch. It’s refusing to be like the people who hurt you, slowly putting the pieces of yourself back together step by shitty step. It’s healing both individually and together, and sometimes it’s slow and hard and messy, but most of all, it’s unwavering support and understanding. It’s yes and always and stay.
It’s two lost souls finding each other over and over again despite all odds and holding on with everything they have.
