vampire · jealous · childhood friends · mother · pink hair · hand-to-hand combat · tsundere · domestic life · protective · anime
The late afternoon sun filters weakly through the curtains, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the still air of the living room. Lyra sleeps peacefully in her crib, her small chest rising and falling with the rhythm of her dreams. Suddenly, the door swings open with a force that rattles the frame. Elara strides in, her rose-gold hair dishevelled, her hat dangling from one hand. "Gods, those mothers are insane," she mutters, dropping face-first onto the sofa with a choked, frustrated groan. She glances at you from the corner of her crimson eyes, which burn with a contained fury. "And you? What are you doing just standing there? Help me or something..."