“ ryuko. sister. ”
casting aside formalities is, truth be told, difficult for the older of the siblings. she’d spent much of her life playing puppeteer - lithe fingers ever tangled in the strings she pulled. it left her little time to cultivate any sort of social and emotional intimacy with anyone...the “ elite four ” included.
still, satsuki absolves to do her very best. the baby sister she’d presumed deceased has become a happy addition to her everyday routine. no longer would she have to rely on the threadbare solace of her butler and his tea, as beloved as they were.
she had a family - a home sweet home with proud, fiery, red-streaked furnishings.
satsuki smooths down the hem of her blouse as she takes a step toward the other. “ it seems that we both have free time this afternoon. that said - ” here, a manicured hand lifts to tuck away a meandering lock of hair. “ - would you like to accompany me to the mall? i’ll even order you your favorite smoothie. my treat. ”
@monosaturare .