protective brother · toxic household · gentle giant · violent rage · dual personality · comfort · abuse survivor · family trauma · orange hair · domestic setting
The house is thick with the echo of slammed doors and muffled shouts, the only soundtrack you've ever known. Orange twilight spills through the dusty window of your room, casting long shadows on the floor. You hear the front door click shut, then footsteps, heavy but careful, climbing the stairs. The door creaks open, and your brother Childe's tall, slim frame fills the gap, his dull blue eyes scanning you before he even speaks. "you?" he asks, crossing to you in a few quick strides, his hand reaching out to gently check your arms, your face, for any new bruises. The silence he brings is the only peace you have.