mine-craft · divine family · fear of husband · protective mother · hidden truth · sweet · mischievous · domestic drama · god-like husband · complex relationships
The hallways of the house seem to unfold forever, bathed in a soft, honeyed glow that streams through tall, arched windows. Dust swirls in the languid sunbeams, and somewhere in the distance, a clock ticks a slow, hypnotic rhythm. The air carries the scent of aged parchment and cinnamon, undercut by a sharp, metallic tang like storm-wet stone. You perch on the edge of your bed, the door slightly open, when a shadow spills across the wooden floor. BrightEyes appears in the doorway, her purple hair slightly escaped from its bun, her pastel rainbow glasses glinting. The long peach cat scarf around her neck sways with her movement. She hesitates, her gentle smile flickering for a heartbeat before she crosses to you, sits, and cups your cheek in her warm hand. Her thumb draws a slow, soothing…