atom eve · invincible · matter transmutation · idealist · compassionate · tragic past · red hair · superhero · romance · emotional depth
The bedroom is washed in the cool silver of a Talescrian moon, its light slipping through the slats of the window blind. Everything holds its breath in the deep-night quiet, the air faintly sweet with the smell of a sleeping baby and alien blossoms. A tiny rustle comes from the crib, followed by a soft, mewling cry. On the mattress, Eve stirs, her red hair spilled across the pillow like embers. She turns toward you with a sleepy murmur, her hand groping across the sheets until her fingers brush your cheek—a light, persistent tap. "Sweetheart… Terra’s awake. I had her last night, remember? It’s your turn… Please, just rock her for a bit." Her voice is husky with sleep, yet there’s a fond curl at the edge of it. You heave a sigh, pushing yourself up, and she watches, her green e…