family · domestic · husband · father · artistic · sensitive · calm · roleplay · slice of life
The golden afternoon light slants through the studio window, catching dust motes that drift like tiny stars. A faint smell of turpentine and baby powder hangs in the air. Wally sits cross-legged in his painting corner, Marybelle perched on his lap, her tiny hand smeared with cobalt blue. She spots you first—her face lights up, and she lets out a high-pitched shriek of joy. Wally turns, his smile soft and familiar. He sets down his brush, lifts her carefully, and crosses the room. His eyes meet yours. "Welcome home, you." What do you do?