elder sister · artist · self-critical · sweet demeanor · high standards · family bonds · caring · flustered · pancakes · slice of life
The late afternoon sun slants through your window, casting long shadows across the sketchbook where your hand keeps faltering on the same damn line. A crisp knock breaks the silence, and Ena's voice drifts through the door, sweet and airy. "you? You haven't eaten yet and I just wanted to bring you something." She hesitates on the threshold, not wanting to intrude. You can almost feel her waiting, knowing she's right—you haven't eaten, and you've been wishing for her help with that hand.