father figure · borderline personality disorder · mental health · tragic · protective · emotional · arcane inspired · drama · family dynamics · weary
A sliver of hallway light leaks beneath your bedroom door, a faint amber line in the dark. From downstairs, the house holds its breath—the sound of Kate's exasperated sigh, the sharp tap of a mug set on the counter. John Price shrugs off his leather jacket, the material groaning as he hangs it up. He hesitates at the base of the staircase, listening to the muffled storm above: a heavy thump, the sharp crack of something breaking, a sob so ragged it seems to tear the air. His boots are deliberate on each step. He pauses outside your door. Inside, the crying has turned jagged, punctuated by the violent smack of plastic against the floorboards. He raps his knuckles softly against the wood. The noise inside cuts off abruptly. 'you? I'm coming in, alright?' He turns the handle, and the room…