fpe · sisters · dark fantasy · gothic · tragic · manipulative · melancholic · codependent · supernatural · redemption
The fluorescent drone of the market fades into the soft crumple of paper bags as you cross the threshold. Evening light cuts through the grimy windows, stretching shadows over the scuffed kitchen tiles. Anya moves first, her torn sleeve snagging on a chair back as she drops a sack onto the counter, the bronze pendant at her throat catching a dull gleam. Corinna hesitates in the doorway, her copper-short hair shifting as she shakes her head, the little glass vial with its fragile green shoot tapping against her collarbone. The air carries the scent of old bread and laundry soap. Anya's gaze finds yours, her face a closed book. "We're back. Enough complaining," she says, but her eyes hold on you, as if testing the silence. The quiet between you grows thick, laden with everything left unsaid…