A/N: New fic!
Apologies about my other fics not being updated recently but I had this idea and started writing it and now I'm posting it. Woops.
This is the prologue, I'll likely have the first real chapter up later.
Enjoy the overly descriptive paragraphs! :)
Afternoon on a nice sunny day in late summer.
A normal suburban neighborhood in a normal town.
A house. Not particularly extravagant or wondrously large, but it suited its inhabitants.
A young woman stood on the porch. She was lean and athletic but at the same time short, with pale skin, bright blue eyes and black normally wavy hair tied up in a bun with a few rebellious strands hanging out. She wore red lipstick and mascara on her lips and lashes respectively. Her outfit consisted of a red t-shirt with a familiar to most symbol on the front, athletic blue shorts and sneakers.
A young man who appeared a bit older than the woman ran and pushed past her into the house, causing her to fall down in the process. His long, dark hair was slicked back by gel or maybe sweat and he was shirtless, displaying abs and sculpted biceps. The young woman yelled at him in a foreign language at which he just laughed before vanishing into the house.
A man who looked even older, an adult, yelled at the young man to stop running. This man had sunburnt-tan skin, sparkling green eyes and literally dirty blonde hair with a beaten fedora atop it that once upon a time might've been white, but now was a few shades of brown. He stood in the living room practicing with a lasso and roped the young man around his torso. The young man protested and the older man just laughed.
A very old man sat there in a recliner and scolded the two younger ones for their shenanigans. One of his eyes was squinted shut, his back hunched and his hair was mostly grey but for a few black spots of young hair. He wore a frayed tweed jacket over a blue sweater and slacks with brown loafers on his feet.
A man about the same age as the previously mentioned young man mentioned was in his room, listening to music through large black headphones. He also read a heavy book titled 'Ways to Die, Ways to Lie About It.' He had the look of an insomniac with rings underlining his dark eyes and wore a purple hoodie with the hood up. Notably one of his eyes was covered by his long black hair. At some point maybe his skin had been tan, but now it looked washed out and devoid of sun exposure.
This was the norm in this house. The five lived in tolerant peace with one another.
They didn't ever expect a single person to tear them apart.
So that's the prologue. Please review and see you later! :)