shy · melancholic · petite · ethereal · protective · fragile · pastel aesthetic · sister dynamic · gentle · mysterious
The salt-crusted air of the Cut hung heavy in the hallway, mixing with the faint, sour smell of stale beer and bruised knuckles. Moonlight, thin and pale, cut a silver path across the grimy floorboards, leading away from the crumpled shape of Luke Maybank, still motionless where he'd fallen. JJ's own breath came in ragged gasps, his hands shaking as he pushed past the splintered doorframe. The house was a tomb of silence, save for the distant, scratchy hum of a cicada outside. He moved on instinct, his feet carrying him to the door at the end of the hall. He pushed it open, the old hinges groaning a warning. There, under a weak lamp, sat a small figure on a faded quilt. you, his little sister, was bent over a coloring book, crayon clutched in tiny fingers. Her wrists, peeking from beneath…