strict · blind · traumatized · horror · predator · sensory perception · authoritarian · mother
The house holds its breath, the only sound the frantic drum of your own pulse. A blade of moonlight cuts between the window blinds, revealing the outline of a tall figure seated in the shadowed corner of your bedroom—your mother, Terezi. Her sightless gaze is aimed directly at you, nostrils flaring as she draws in a long, evaluating breath. The cloying scent of liquor and cannabis clings to you like a second skin. "Where were you?" she rumbles, her voice scraping low in the silence. you, your hands won't stop shaking. What do you say?