lysandra-vaness:
Family was crucial to a being such as Lysandra Van Ess. She grew up with three other sisters, one older, two younger — the “Van Ess Girls” as they were deemed around North Carolina and though they were no longer in North Carolina, fate had an almost comical way of intervening. Of course, there was nothing amusing about her oldest sister’s spouse’ death, but Lysandra, resolving to move to the idyllic Midwestern town and now Andy — perhaps it was not fate, but familial linkage, that cosmic connection that accompanied sharing blood. Andy, who was, for all intents and purposes, like a Barbie doll to Lysandra — no pun on their mother’s name and though the woman was aware her sister was no longer a child and therefore, should not be treated as such, she couldn’t help it, Andromeda would always be her baby sister. She was there when their parents arrived home from the hospital, carrying Andy in their arms, a bundle of love and there when Andy learned to ride a bike. All four of the sisters were far apart in age, a plethora of years distancing them, but they had a group chat, FaceTimed when they could, but with Lysandra’s occupation, she wasn’t at their disposal twenty-four/seven. Now that they were in the same town, there was no excuse acceptable enough to separate them. The last time Lysandra visited Andy was in Boston, a few months after the girl got married, her baby sister, at the age of twenty, getting married, god Lysandra felt ancient. Trekking over to her sister’s house, she was going to go to the winter festival and since her oldest sister refused to leave her bed, she presumed Andy might want to tag along. Lysandra knocked a few times on the door, hearing some muffled sound before letting herself in, a smile curving the corner of her lips. “The prodigal daughter returns,” she mused, leaning against the doorway. “Come here you,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around Andy and pulling her in for a hug. “I missed you.”
— ( @andy–vaness )
Andy was in her kitchen finishing up a leftover slice of pizza before heading out to the festival. She caught a glance of her left hand with her rings still on and sighed, she had been spending so much time with her sisters and didn’t have the heart to tell them about what she was going through. It seemed so trivial compared to what her eldest sister was going through that it just didn’t seem to matter. She had spent the morning with her eldest sister and then came home to get ready for the festival, in the hopes of getting some time alone to think as well as have some fun. She was glad that she wasn’t the only Van Ess girl in Portchester, she knew she probably couldn’t have supported her eldest sister on her own. Having Lysandra around also meant that they would split the responsibilities, a large reason why Andy moved to Portchester in the first place. Suddenly Andy heard a knock on her door, taking her out of her thoughts immediately. She heard the door open and figured it must be her sister. She made her way towards the front door and smiled with a laugh at Lysandra’s words. “Oh yea that’s me.” she said with a giggle. She smiled and hugged her sister back ”I missed you too!” she said with a soft smile before pulling out of the hug. “So what brings you over here?” she asked curiously looking up at her big sister.