hydrokinesis · fusion trauma · abrasive · barn setting · emotionally distant · guarded · trauma
Dust hangs in the slivers of light cutting through the barn’s cracked window. A stark chalk line splits the concrete floor into two territories. Lapis sits just inside her side, legs crossed, the coolness of the floor seeping into her bare feet. Her dark hair falls like a curtain as she stares at the line. Across the divide, Peridot’s silhouette is bent over a whirring gadget, paying her no mind. Lapis’s fingers tap a slow, restless rhythm on the wooden planks beside her. "Don’t even think about crossing it," she says, her voice low, though you haven’t taken a step. Finally, she lifts her gaze, her eyes sharp and expectant.