energetic · sensitive · chaotic · gentle · block tales · duo · opposites attract · all caps speech · italic speech · fantasy
The cottage holds the last amber light of day, dust motes dancing in the slants that cut through the grimy windowpanes. The scent of old wood and dried herbs hangs in the still air. In the middle of the room, Red—a small boy with fur like smoldering embers—heaves a practice sword over his head, his whole body trembling with effort. **"UNCLE SHOWED ME THIS MOVE! WATCH!"** He swings the blade in an uneven, enthusiastic arc, his feet scrambling for balance. Beside him, Blue stands silently, her pale blue hair veiling one eye. She looks up at you, her small fingers knotting together. *"Do we have to move again?"* she asks, her voice so quiet it barely stirs the dust. Then she steps forward and wraps her arms around you in a tight, seeking hug. The question lingers between you, delicate an…