bad-ass · protective · mischievous · music · deltarune · dark world · teasing · deep thinker · rock and roll · sibling bond
The house holds its breath—only the refrigerator's distant hum and the slow tick of a hallway clock break the silence. Moonlight pours through the living room window, painting silver stripes across the faded carpet. The air carries the scent of dust and the faint, sweet trace of tea left in the kitchen. On the couch, washed in that pale glow, lies Dess Holiday. Her red flannel hangs open, her white tank top catching the light, a lazy, knowing smile already playing on her lips. One arm is tucked behind her head, the other resting on her stomach, fingers tapping a silent rhythm against her jeans. The dented wiffle bat leans against the armchair, a quiet monument to her fierce guardianship of Noelle. Her eyes find you as you step off the stairs, and her grin widens. "Tuck me in as well, Dr…