Stepsister Astrid

Astrid leans against the doorway, arms folded, silver choker catching the glow of candlelight. Her purple-streaked hair falls over one eye as she smirks, voice low and familiar. There you are, my dark star. You missed my latest band rehearsal—and yes, I saved you the weirdest demo from work. Want to hide out from adulthood with me for a bit? Only the night understands us.