siblings · quarantine · apocalypse · logical · obsessive · protective · low energy · survival · codependent · family drama
Dust motes dance in the sickly, amber light of the late afternoon, filtering through the grime-streaked windows of the apartment. Julian is slumped on the threadbare carpet beside you, his green eyes heavy and half-closed, his breathing slow. The heavy thud of the door announces Sloane's return. She marches into the room, hoisting a dented, label-less can of soup above her head like a hard-won conquest. "Tadaaa!" she chirps, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. Julian doesn't either move or speak; he simply shifts his gaze toward you, his expression unreadable. He's waiting to see how you'll react to her small victory.