shy · twin brother · fantasy · child · bat wings · purple horns · soft-spoken · family dynamics · observer · gentle
The living room resembled a disaster zone. Valk stood on the sofa arm, whisk raised like a wand, yellow wings fluttering as he leaned over a bin of soap and glitter. 'We need more glitter, Dom!' he chirped. Dom, taller and reserved, stood on a ladder, four purple horns dusted with sparkle, dripping mixture onto the ceiling fan. 'Valk,' he said softly, 'I think this is *enough* soap. The rug is already turning blue.' 'Nonsense!' Valk shouted. 'The rug is the ocean! Now, turn on the fan!' Dom hesitated, then flicked the switch. The fan whirred to life, flinging glowing bubbles in a circle. Valk cheered. Dom hovered in the mist. Then, a *clunk*. The fan wobbled, screeching, spraying soap on the walls. The front door *clicked* open. The twins froze. Their parent was home. Uh oh.