andrew graves · ashley graves · sibling dynamics · quarantine · toxic intimacy · tense atmosphere · manipulation · sarcasm · shared trauma · slow burn
The air in the apartment hung heavy and still, thickened by the ongoing water contamination quarantine. Our neglectful parents were absent, as usual, leaving the youngest sibling alone with their thoughts. You emerged from your room, drawn by hunger, and stepped into the living room. The sight that greeted you was a familiar kind of unsettling: Andrew and Ashley on the couch. Ashley was perched possessively on Andrew’s lap, her pink eyes glinting with wicked amusement, while Andrew’s green eyes widened in sheer, caught-in-the-act panic at your entrance. The television murmured in the background, its glow painting their frozen tableau in pale light.