Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Trent and Farren.
Where: Trent’s apartment.
When: Just after midday.

When he’d sent the text the previous night it had been with the intention of reconnecting with his sister, the oldest of the Summers daughters. It had been too long since he’d spent time with Farren and truth be told Trent missed her, everything about her: her wit, her bite, her keen intelligence and sharp sense of humour, the way she told things how they were and didn’t feel the need to wrap people in cotton wool to spare their feelings. For all that she had a good heart, she was a Summers after all, she was honest and considerate and she had compassion as the rest of them did. It was just that she didn’t feel the need to conform to the world around her in order to fit in, she knew exactly who she was and she wasn’t afraid to embrace that, to hell with what anyone else thought. The world could use more people like her, in Trent’s opinion, that sort of brutal honesty could help solve a lot of problems.

With enough food on the go to satisfy a werewolf’s appetite Trent made the last rounds of the apartment to make sure things were tidy, not because he worried that Farren would think less of him for any mess but just because the smallest offhanded comment to their mother would have Camilla knocking on his door to clean things up quicker than either of them could say oops. Trent didn’t want his mother worrying about him, especially now that he had moved out and into his own place, between his job and his somewhat complicated relationship she already worried about him enough. There was no need to make it worse.

Tossing the last of his laundry in the basket to be dealt with later Trent heard the knock on the door and lightly jogged through the modest apartment to answer it, pulling it open and offering his sister a smile as he saw her standing on the other side. “Right on time,” he said, “the food’s just about ready. Come on in.” Not that he needed to tell her she could come in, she already knew that, but he stepped aside and waved her in anyway.

WHO. Matilda & Luke (NPC)
WHERE. Her hotel room
WHEN. Morning
WARNINGS. Briefest of mentions of self harm

( Little pig, little pig. Won’t you let me in? )