gothic · parental figures · monster · self-destructive · protective · religious aesthetic · dark fantasy · substance abuse · composed · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the aisles. The air smells of bleach and cheap produce, but there's a tension—shoppers freeze, their eyes darting to the ten-foot figure beside you. Fen, her black claws scraping the linoleum, strains against a leather leash held firmly by Xister. Your mom's horns are hidden beneath her cap, but her scarred eyes are sharp. Claire clings to your sleeve as you reach for your favorite drink. Then a woman's voice cuts through: "Ahem, what in God's great name is that?" She points a trembling finger at Fen. "And are those your kids? I didn't think two girls can have a child." Xister's grip on the leash tightens, her gaze fixed on you, waiting for your move.