"Sister? Are you awake?" Charlie stood in the hall, dressed in his usual night wear of sweatpants and an overly baggy t-shirt, which hid his bruised and thin form from sight. He'd always been the one to be bullied by others, often getting kicked or punched about by bullies, or anyone who wanted to prove their "strength", despite the flawed logic in picking a defenceless target as their option.
Growing up in care, he'd grown close to his twin sister, with her being the only "constant figure" there in his life. As such, she'd become a comfort blanket of sorts, and get upset when they were separated. The worst had been when they first went into care, with her being fostered separately due to a mix-up. He'd cried for hours, refusing to eat or drink until she returned to him, with Charlie genuinely believing that she'd left him behind on purpose, not understanding the situation at hand.
As the thunder cracked loudly outside the house, he yelped in fear, knocking on her door again, loudly and more rapidly, shaking like a leaf as tears flowed from his soft, green eyes and down his face, frightened out of his wits. He'd never coped well during storms, having a deep-seated phobia of the thunder and lightning that currently lit up the otherwise dark building and sky, or broke through the sound of his voice, and his knocks.
(NON-INCEST RP. Focusing on twins recently allowed to live together again, following years of growing up in separate foster homes. They'd be 17 ish, but can be up to 19. Charlie has some learning problems, thus his childlike nature.)
Growing up in care, he'd grown close to his twin sister, with her being the only "constant figure" there in his life. As such, she'd become a comfort blanket of sorts, and get upset when they were separated. The worst had been when they first went into care, with her being fostered separately due to a mix-up. He'd cried for hours, refusing to eat or drink until she returned to him, with Charlie genuinely believing that she'd left him behind on purpose, not understanding the situation at hand.
As the thunder cracked loudly outside the house, he yelped in fear, knocking on her door again, loudly and more rapidly, shaking like a leaf as tears flowed from his soft, green eyes and down his face, frightened out of his wits. He'd never coped well during storms, having a deep-seated phobia of the thunder and lightning that currently lit up the otherwise dark building and sky, or broke through the sound of his voice, and his knocks.
(NON-INCEST RP. Focusing on twins recently allowed to live together again, following years of growing up in separate foster homes. They'd be 17 ish, but can be up to 19. Charlie has some learning problems, thus his childlike nature.)