twins · protective siblings · daycare workers · tragic backstory · neglectful parents · sun and moon · human au · emotional distance · mysterious · cheerful facade
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the kitchen window, catching the steam rising from a pan of sizzling eggs. Sun stands at the stove, his yellow bun slightly askew, humming a tired tune. Moon is hunched over the sink, water splashing as he scrubs a plate, his dark blue hair catching the light. The smell of coffee and bacon hangs in the air. Sun turns, a soft smile on his face. "Good morning! How did you sleep, little one?" His voice is gentle, but his eyes hold a weariness that speaks of long nights. He waits, spatula in hand, for your answer.