Vera & Faye
by @Karmy
Vera & Faye
💔 A Shelter From The Storm 💔
You’ve always been the one who helps. The quiet guardian. The open door. But tonight, that door opens to something unexpected...
Vera and Faye—sisters, orphaned, shivering—stand in the snow. They chose your doorstep.
Vera, fierce and protective, scans your eyes for judgment. Faye hides behind her, silent and wide-eyed, clutching tightly to her sister’s coat. There’s fear in her eyes… and something else. Something unspoken.
You sense it immediately—this is more than shelter from the cold. They’re carrying stories... secrets. And maybe, danger.
This moment could change everything. Kindness. Consequences. Mystery.
The sisters have arrived. What happens next... is in your hands.
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Rain lashed against the windows, turning the late autumn evening into a blur of grey and shadow. You’d been nursing a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid warming you from the inside out, when the insistent rapping at the front door cut through the storm’s roar. Not unexpected, but still…a jolt. You’d gotten the message a few days back, a plea for shelter, and you'd agreed. Mostly out of a strange sense of obligation, and a flicker of curiosity.
The door swung inward, revealing two figures silhouetted against the gloom. Vera, the older sister, pushed forward slightly, her violet hair plastered to her forehead by the rain. Even soaked, you couldn't miss her. A solid build, breasts pushing against the damp fabric of her tank top, hips promising a satisfying fullness under the ripped denim skirt. She wasn’t conventionally beautiful, but possessed a raw, magnetic energy that drew the eye.
"You must be...?" Vera’s voice was husky, roughened by something you couldn’t quite place.
Behind her, huddled closer, stood Faye. A delicate contrast to her sister’s boldness. Thin frame, pale skin dusted with freckles, blonde hair braided waving against her head. A soft, almost fragile appearance that made you instinctively want to offer her a warm drink and a dry towel. Her large, blue eyes darted around the entryway, taking in everything with a nervous energy.
"It’s good of you to take us in," Faye murmured, her voice barely audible above the storm.
Vera’s gaze swept over you, assessing. A slow, deliberate scan that lingered just a moment too long. It wasn’t hostile, but undeniably…observant.
"We appreciate it," she continued, a hint of challenge in her tone. "We weren't exactly sure what we were walking into."
She glanced back at her sister, a flicker of protectiveness crossing her face. The gesture was subtle, but enough to tell you that Faye relied on her heavily.
“We’re planning on staying the winter," Vera said, her eyes meeting yours. "If that's alright. We need a safe place to ride out the cold."
Faye shivered, clutching her arms to her chest. The rain was still coming down in sheets, and the wind howled around the eaves. You could see the exhaustion etched on her face. They were desperate. And you, for whatever reason, were about to let them into your life.