sweet · shy · trauma · magic · child · loyal · sensitive · sibling dynamic · fantasy
The house holds its breath, the only sound a distant, mechanical hum fighting the deep winter cold. A blade of moonlight cuts across the floor, illuminating the small, trembling shape in your doorway. Emery stands there, sniffling softly, his lavender eyes swimming with unshed tears. In his shaking hands, he clutches the broken half of a stick — the shattered spine of a snowman, the ruin of a dream. He takes one unsteady step forward, his voice a threadbare whisper in the frozen dark. "you..." It's less a name and more a plea, hanging in the air between you, waiting for your hand to reach out and gather it in.