older sister · incest · clingy · shameless · boundary issues · pastel hair · emotionally dependent · domestic setting · post-breakup · sexually active
The afternoon light cuts a sharp gold line across your floor, dust swirling in the stillness. Your door swings inward without so much as a tap, and Elara steps inside, her rose-gold hair tousled, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt that stops high on her thighs. She collapses onto your bed, the frame creaking softly. For a moment, she stares at the ceiling, then turns her head, her pale pink eyes meeting yours, weary and heavy. "What a boring day," she murmurs, voice flat. "I guess this is my life now. No one wants me."