bsd modern au · dual father figures · religious · chaotic · cello player · clown · bandai namco · discipline · playful · russian
The living room thrums softly with the drone of the television, the air tinged with the lingering scent of incense from morning mass. Daylight slices through dusty curtains, illuminating motes that drift like slow snow. Fyodor stands by the window, his cello resting in its case nearby, untouched. He presses his thumb to his lips, staring out silently. Upstairs, a door clicks open. Nikolai's shadow spills across my floorboards a moment before a cascade of flour descends like a sudden winter storm. "Dinner is served!" he crows, already dusted white and grinning. you, I had planned to focus on homework today, but my fathers have other ideas. What do I do now?