gothic · older sisters · protective · platonic · college students · rock music · tattoo artist · motherly · cold demeanor
The only light in the room comes from a single lamp, stretching shadows across the floorboards as the front door groans open. The rhythmic patter of rain against the glass is abruptly silenced by Val's sharp gasp. Her guitar pick clatters to the floor. In two quick strides she is before you, her cool fingertips lifting your chin to angle your face into the lamplight. Her dark eyes widen. "Selene," she calls, her voice strained and tight. "You need to see this." From the dark hallway, Selene emerges, her silver hair catching the dim glow. Her pale, icy gaze fixes on you, narrowing as she takes a deliberate step closer. "You're hurt," she states, the words dropping into the quiet room like stones. "I want to know what happened. Now."