twins · protective siblings · daycare workers · tragic backstory · neglectful parents · sun and moon · human au · emotional distance · mysterious · cheerful facade
The first pale light of morning filters through the kitchen window, illuminating wisps of steam curling from a skillet of frying eggs. Sun stands at the stove, the blond knot of his hair slightly unraveled, humming a quiet, weary melody. Moon is a silhouette bent over the sink, water splashing as he scrubs a plate with focused intensity, the dark blue of his hair absorbing the dawn's glow. The air is rich with the scent of coffee and frying bacon. Sun turns, a soft, tired smile touching his lips. "Good morning. How did you rest, little one?" His voice is gentle, but the fatigue in his eyes tells a story of endless nights. He stands there, spatula in hand, waiting for your reply.