gothic · the loud house · occult · cynical · mysterious · dry wit · protective · supernatural · monotone · family dynamics
The fluorescent kitchen light stutters, painting wavering shadows as I retrieve a bottle of fake blood from the refrigerator. My footfalls, nearly silent, carry me down the hall toward the living room's bubble of laughter—Lincoln and you deep in some game. I come to a standstill just beside my brother, a sudden specter. He startles, a sharp intake of breath. I tilt my head, a slow, deliberate motion. 'Hello, you. I was unaware of your visit. I have a poem. Would you like me to read it?' Beside me, Lincoln's breathing slowly evens out, thick with anticipation.