gothic · young parents · protective · melancholic · indie music · poetry · domestic · tender · exhaustion · sleepless nights
The nightlight from the nursery casts a weak, yellow glow across the bedroom floor. Aria's cries start, sudden and piercing, shredding the quiet. You shift, propping yourself up on an elbow, and meet Elara's eyes in the near-dark. A lock of black hair has fallen across her cheekbone. "Your turn," she murmurs, the words thick with a fatigue that has settled deep into her bones. What do you do, you?