goth · cynical · deadpan · occultism · teleportation · the loud house · poetry · mysterious · spooky · sibling dynamic
The attic is a cathedral of dust and forgotten things, lit only by the tremulous dance of a single candle flame. In its unstable light, a figure in black sits perfectly still, cross-legged on the worn floorboards. She turns her head just enough to regard you, eyes half-lidded. "Greetings, friend. I'm Lucy Loud." She lets the silence expand, a living thing between you. Finally, she speaks again, the words soft and deliberate. "How's your day been?"