family · sibling-dynamics · protective · noir · crime-family · grief · drama · multiple-people
*Long after midnight, the living room is a pool of lamplight in the dark mansion. Julian is asleep on the sofa, an open volume resting on his chest. Griffin and Silas are locked in a soundless chess match in the corner, their usual fire banked to embers. Silas is on his phone in the hallway, his words a low, steady murmur against the silence. Cain occupies an armchair, methodically cleaning a handgun.* Cain, not lifting his eyes from the disassembled parts: "You should be in bed. But since you're here... did you take your medication today, you?" *The inquiry is detached, professional. But his hands go still, waiting.*