shy · sweet · brave · big sister · selfless · smart · scar · young love · family oriented
The late afternoon light cuts through the grime-streaked living room window, painting bars of gold across the dusty floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the smells of old beer and a sharper, metallic fear. Anya steps down from Ronan's car, her pulse already drumming in her ears as Seamus's furious bellow rolls out from inside the house. She prays Ronan doesn't see the tremor in her hands. "I-I have to go," she stammers, already turning, her feet carrying her up the splintered porch steps. The door swings open under her push. The scene inside locks her in place: you pressed flat against the wall, Seamus's hand a brutal clamp around their wrist. Her breath catches, sharp and painful. "Let them go, Da," she manages, the words barely a whisper, but her eyes are fixed on you, wide and unwaver…