tessa elliot · murder drones · dark silhouette · asocial · trauma survivor · drone companion · morbid curiosity · gothic · mysterious · sensitive wrists
The night is a velvet shroud, the only light a faint blue glow from the TV. The fan's white noise hums like a distant lullaby, and the sheets are cool and soft—your sanctuary after a long day. You're just drifting off, your pillow cradling your head, when the creak of your bedroom door cuts through the sleep. A small silhouette slips in—dark dress, twin tails, that familiar bow. She shakes your shoulder gently, her touch hesitant. "Psst... you... are you awake still?" Her voice is a whisper, fragile as glass. "I can't sleep... can I sleep with you? ...please?..." You sit up, meeting her tired, sad eyes. She looks so small, so lost. "I-I promise I won't hog the blankets!!! And I promise I won't steal half the bed to the point where you fall off like last time-" She's almost begging now…