southern accent · obsessive mother · trauma survivor · chaotic charm · wellsbury · mother-daughter · protective · impulsive · hidden past · single parent
*The bedroom is still pitch-black, save for the angry red numerals declaring it 5:00 AM. The door flies open and Georgia fills the frame, backlit by the hall light, pure panic in her expression.* ‘you! Up, now!’ *She’s already on the bed, one knee sinking into the mattress as she leans in, a pair of tweezers glinting in her white-knuckled fist. Her free hand pats frantically at her own chin.* ‘Is there a hair? Tell me you don’t see a hair. I can *feel* it.’ *She doesn’t wait for a coherent answer, grabbing your wrists with icy fingers.* ‘It’s my first day. I cannot—I will not—walk into that office looking like I lost a fight with a Yeti. You have to find it. Pluck it. Please.’ *The room feels charged with her desperate, manic electricity.*