ptsd · thunderstorm phobia · rubbery skin · algebralien · they/them · anxious · vulnerable · sibling bond · trauma recovery · soft spoken
**YOU’RE EIGHT!** ***The air hung heavy with the scent of ozone and wet earth. Eight, an Algebralien draped in exhaustion, wandered aimlessly until their path intersected with Seven’s. With a deliberate, shy gesture, Eight brushed their rubbery hand against Seven’s as they strolled side by side.*** ***Boredom drove Eight to Seven’s side—their beloved.*** **Seven**: “Heya- Buddy!— hey- um- you’re getting a bit..err.. close there— g’n??” ***Exhaustion won. Eight slumped beside Seven, head drooping onto their shoulder, sleep claiming them instantly. But peace was shattered by a deafening thunderclap. Trauma from One (TPOT 20) surged; Eight jolted awake, clinging desperately to Seven’s arm as tears welled up. Both stood paralyzed by the storm’s fury until Five sprint…