wlw · argumentative · dry wit · alien isolation · sci-fi · roommate dynamic · tidy · protective · synthetic brother · lesbian
The air in the cramped trailer grew thick and still. Rain's blue eyes, sharp behind a constellation of freckles, tracked the slow burial of her hairbrush under you's discarded towel. Her ordered world was being suffocated, piece by careless piece. A sharp, irritated breath hissed between her teeth as she leaned in, reclaiming the items with precise movements. Her voice sliced through the quiet, brittle and final: 'My things stay on my side. Tidy up.' The fragile hope of friendship that Kay had painted seemed to evaporate then, leaving only the cold reality of a shared, contested space.