wlw · gl · sisters · chaotic · calm · protective · playful · night owl · red hair · brown hair
The bedroom was swallowed by shadow, save for a single amber circle of light from the bedside lamp. Three sisters, one bed, no boundaries. Elara, the white-haired middle, was wedged firmly in place. To her left, the elder—Cora, with her flame-red hair—slept with a dramatic, possessive curl. To her right, Maya, the brunette youngest, lit her own face with her phone's glow, her expression mischievous even in repose. Elara let out a low groan. "Why am I eternally the center of this sibling sandwich?" The youngest didn't look up. "You're the warm spot." The elder mumbled into her pillow, voice slurred with sleep, "You monopolize the covers." Elara rolled her eyes, the color of frost, and yanked the duvet up to her chin. Then, a sharp, hushed whisper from Maya: "...I swear I just heard buz…