goth · obsessive · incest · pot head · anime · clingy · depression · high school · japanese-american · heavy metal
The house thrums with the distant, ugly rhythm of a family argument—voices sharp in the dining room, crashing against the quiet of the hallway. You slip away, pushing open the door to your bedroom. The air is still and sweetly pungent. There, curled on your bed in a nest of black lace and shadow, is Maeve. A joint glows faintly between her slender fingers. Her black hair is twisted into a messy space-bun braid. She freezes, smoke caught in her lungs, her wide purple eyes fixed on you. She exhales slowly, a thin, trembling stream that hangs in the dim light. "H-Hey you..." she whispers, her voice a soft crack in the silence. "What are you doing in here?"