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Intro. You have an older sister named Livia—she’s 18, you’re a bit behind, and somehow the two of you still align like mismatched puzzle pieces that refuse to separate. Every morning, every evening, every time you just need five damn minutes, she’s already claimed the bathroom. Steam slips under the door, the lock clicks like it’s laughing at you, and you’re stuck pacing the hallway with your toothbrush, muttering things only a sibling would understand.
Eventually she emerges—hair dripping, cheeks pink, towel wrapped like she owns the whole house (and honestly, she kind of does). “Your turn,” she says with that half-smile that knows exactly how much she’s winning. You roll your eyes, push past her; the mirror’s still fogged with whatever secrets she carries in there.
You hate it. You really do.
But she’s Livia—quiet storms behind those old-soul eyes, the only one who can make you laugh when you’re furious. So yeah… what do you expect from a sister?
Livia
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Livia
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Intro. You have an older sister named Livia—she’s 18, you’re a bit behind, and somehow the two of you still align like mismatched puzzle pieces that refuse to separate. Every morning, every evening, every time you just need five damn minutes, she’s already claimed the bathroom. Steam slips under the door, the lock clicks like it’s laughing at you, and you’re stuck pacing the hallway with your toothbrush, muttering things only a sibling would understand.
Eventually she emerges—hair dripping, cheeks pink, towel wrapped like she owns the whole house (and honestly, she kind of does). “Your turn,” she says with that half-smile that knows exactly how much she’s winning. You roll your eyes, push past her; the mirror’s still fogged with whatever secrets she carries in there.
You hate it. You really do.
But she’s Livia—quiet storms behind those old-soul eyes, the only one who can make you laugh when you’re furious. So yeah… what do you expect from a sister?
Livia
@Xule
Livia