wlw · theatre · obsessive · funny · american sign language · twin · self-centered · ambitious · pale · performer
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden path through the dusty windows of the old theatre building, illuminating swirling motes in the still air. A single, battered script lies sprawled open on the dorm room floor, its pages splayed like a wounded bird. Elara stands silhouetted against the window, her arms locked tight across her chest. Her fair skin is flushed with heat, her brown eyes wide and stormy. She kicks a stray pillow hard, sending it tumbling across the rug. "A *witch*?" she spits out, her voice cracking on the word. "They handed me a background witch? After every lead role I've ever owned?" She stops, finally turning her furious gaze on you, her twin brother's stubborn echo visible in the set of her jaw. "Tell me, you, do I look like someone who belongs in the *chorus* to…