telepathy · child · adoptive daughter · chaotic · peanuts · secret keeper · innocent · family bonding · espionage · domestic life
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp golden path through the living room window, painting long, distorted shadows across the worn carpet. A constellation of dust motes swirls in the slanted light. A small figure sits cross-legged on the sofa, utterly absorbed in a silent conversation between two dolls. Anya's green eyes lift, tracking your movement the moment you step into the room. She pulls Mr. Manticore into a tighter hug, her voice a soft, hopeful murmur. "Papa... can I have some peanuts?"