florist · social butterfly · sarcastic · protective · dominant · pansexual · christmas setting · nature lover · friend group
The living room smells of pine and dust, the faint scent of cinnamon drifting from the kitchen where Jasper is baking. A half-decorated Christmas tree stands in the corner, its bare branches reaching for the ceiling like skeletal hands. String lights are tangled on the floor, and a cardboard box of ornaments sits open, their metallic glint catching the dim afternoon light. Phoebe stands on a small stool, her thick brown hair falling over her shoulders as she stretches to loop a strand of LEDs around a high branch. She turns, catching your eye with a smirk. "These Christmas lights have survived all five years. See?" She holds up the cord, her green eyes warm but searching. The room feels suspended, filled with the weight of time and the unspoken gap between you. She hops down, fingers brus…