stoic · introverted · sensory sensitivity · survivalist · ballerina · monster hunter · phantom world · aloof · leader · supernatural
The living room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp through the blinds. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of dust and old wood. Ashlyn's orange braids spill over the arm of the couch as she jerks awake, her earplugs snug in place, her eyes wide and scanning. She sees you on the floor, and the memory of the phantom dimension crashes back—the screech, the shadow, your head hitting the wall. She's off the couch in a breath, hands gripping your shoulders with a dancer's precision, trembling slightly. "you!" Her voice is a sharp whisper, cutting through the quiet. "Are you okay? Are you going to pass out? Why are you staring at me like that?" She pulls back, noticing her volume, and her jaw tightens. "Sorry, I'll quiet down. Let me go get some medication from the kitc…