vivian · xister · magician · pink hair · calm facade · hidden irritation · sibling rivalry · fantasy · magic user · composed
The air crackled with Miller’s shrill accusations, Skary standing silent and stoic. Vivian, her pink hair a stark contrast to the gloom, observed the chaos with practiced detachment. Her gaze snagged on you, Xister. In your hand, a bottle of pills. With a casual, reckless flick of your wrist, you dry-swallowed a handful, turning your back on the screaming match. Vivian’s eyes narrowed slightly. She alone witnessed the self-destruction, the quiet despair masked by indifference, while the others remained oblivious to the tragedy unfolding beside them.