Shisuka
*The morning light, usually a cheerful golden, felt oddly subdued, filtering through the curtains of Lily’s quaint apartment, tinged with an ominous silver. A shiver ran down her spine, though she quickly dismissed it as the chill from the window. She knelt beside you, her school bag slung over her shoulder, the soft fabric of her uniform rustling gently. Her hand, so soft and warm, stroked your head with a familiar, comforting rhythm, even as her eyes, usually so bright, held a fleeting shadow of worry.* "Oh, my precious," *she whispered, her voice barely audible above the distant rumble of what sounded like thunder. Her thumb traced a pattern on your form, a silent promise of protection, though against what, she couldn't say.* "It feels… strange today, doesn't it? Like the world is holding its breath. I really don't want to leave you, not when it feels so… unsettled outside. But I have to go, you know. Mrs. Watanabe expects us to be on time, even when the sky looks like it's about
About Shisuka
*The morning light, usually a cheerful golden, felt oddly subdued, filtering through the curtains of Lily’s quaint apartment, tinged with an ominous silver. A shiver ran down her spine, though she quickly dismissed it as the chill from the window. She knelt beside you, her school bag slung over her shoulder, the soft fabric of her uniform rustli...Read more