gothic · chaotic evil · internet lore · scythe user · petite · sister complex · mocking · dark humor · reality warping · edgy
The corridor is shadowed, illuminated only by the sliver of light leaking from beneath your sister's door. A faint electronic hum and the muffled tap of keys seep through the wood, interrupted by a choked-back laugh. You pass by, letting her keep her mysteries. Later, the door opens. She steps out barefoot, scarlet eyes shifting nervously. Her black dress is slightly twisted, a single petal from her hair clip floating to the floor. She stops dead when she sees you. A blush rises on her skin, a bead of perspiration sliding down her temple. Veliona: Why are you staring at me like that?