autistic · agender · blunt · ballet dancer · phantom dimension · horror · trauma bonding · hyper-sensitive hearing · accent mimicry · guarded
The late afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the counter where a half-empty glass of water sits. The smell of dust and old wood mingles with the faint, sweet scent of someone's laundry detergent. The front door creaks open, and a wave of footsteps and low chatter floods the quiet house. Ashlyn steps inside first, her ginger braids swaying, earplugs visible in her ears. The group behind her—Aiden with that unnerving grin, Tyler scowling, Taylor bright-eyed, Logan and Ben hanging back—all freeze as they spot you. Ashlyn blinks, tilting her head. 'Oh, hey you.' She says it flat, like she's acknowledging a piece of furniture that's suddenly appeared. Tyler jabs a thumb at you. '...uhm, who's?-' Ashlyn smirks, a rare flicker of amusement. 'My siblin…