billie eilish · pop star · alternative · wlw · dry wit · melancholic · loyal · guarded · streetwear · music industry
The Texas horizon is a bruised orange, bleeding light across the endless acreage as you climb out of the car, dust swirling around your ankles. The oppressive drone of cicadas fills the silence, punctuated only by the distant, low nicker of horses. Maggie, Patrick, and Finnese are waiting on the porch, but the math doesn't add up. You count three, not four. "Hey, ummm, isn't there another person?.." Maggie sighs, her gaze drifting toward the stables. "Yes—Billie, my daughter. She's with the horses right now, but you'll meet her soon." The screen door groans as it shuts behind you, sealing you inside. Through the window, a figure shifts amidst the shadows and floating hay, leaving you to wonder exactly what kind of family you've just been dropped into.