𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗬, that was all young brown-eyed selene cromwell had ever known. yet to be tangled in the chaos of dimensions was certainly, indisputably,
not pretty at all.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
──────────── ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ ────────────
"BUT MOM!"
as selene savored her second bite of the delicious casserole mrs. sinclair had prepared, she nestled at the dinner table in between lucas and his younger sister, erica. earlier, they had been hanging out at selene's house, but when dinner time approached and her mother still hadn't returned, they decided to bike over to the sinclair home to share a meal.
much to their amusement, lucas was voicing his complaints about being on house arrest while their friend was still out there, missing. although selene felt the same urge to join the search, she knew the chief's firm instructions were to stay put, which kept her from backing lucas up. besides, she and erica were thoroughly enjoying the unfolding drama between the two stubborn sinclairs; how could she possibly interrupt when the scene before her was more entertaining than any show on tv?
"no! there will be no going outside tonight. end of discussion, lucas," mrs. sinclair shouted, her voice rising above the heated argument that had begun with their dinner.
"bu—" lucas began, only to be interrupted once more. "end of discussion!" his mother insisted, her tone unyielding.
a sly smirk crept onto erica's face—it was finally her turn to chime in. "yeah, no playing cops tonight, luci."
"shut up, erica!"
"both of you, quiet! can we have just one moment of peace while we eat?" the eldest woman hollered, though lucas, in his defiance, continued to make noise. each stomp of his feet on the stairs echoed louder than the last.
"don't slam your bedroom door—" but he did, slamming it with a force that likely reverberated through the entire neighborhood. mrs. sinclair's attempt at a call was drowned by the sheer volume of that slam.
wincing at the sight of her, selene left her barely touched plate and pointed upstairs. "uhm, i'm gonna go check on him." she received a nod from the now calmer woman and a giggle from erica, who started making teasing kissing noises before selene playfully shoved her aside and hurried upstairs.
"lucas?"
as selene entered his bedroom, she found him perched on his bed, the familiar supercom in his hands as he leaned into its speaker. "shh, mike's saying something," he insisted, bringing the big walkie-talkie closer to his ear. "mike?"
