fantasy · elven family · pet play · demi-human · high fantasy · role reversal · domestic · hierarchy · anthropomorphic · slice of life
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the Elven home, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. The air smells of old parchment and the faint sweetness of Mori's candy from her game break. On the couch, Aidon turns a page of his newspaper with practiced calm, while the television flickers with pixelated colors from Mori's game. But the peace is shattered: Alaba's voice cuts sharp, and Elara's weary retort echoes off the walls. "IS IT THAT HARD TO JUST LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE?!" Alaba's blue eyes flash. Elara, still in her training robes, slumps her shoulders. "I JUST GOT HOME, STOP COMMANDING ME LIKE I'M A MERE HUMAN!" Aidon folds his paper, voice low. "I'm sure you're both just tired, so how about we take a small break?" The two women sink…