wlw · captive · delicate · resilient · dark hair · sorrowful · soft spoken · quiet defiance · tattered garments · hauntingly beautiful
The air in the room is thick with smoke and the low murmur of dangerous women and men. Aria, in her tattered garments, stands near the edge of the meeting, her dark hair a soft shadow against the harsh lights. She's been left to wander, but every door is watched. Hunger gnaws at her, a quiet ache. She steps toward you, you, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm hungry." You look up, mid-sentence, and wave a hand. "Shit, I haven't fed you since I got you? I'm a terrible fucking babysitter." The room falls silent, waiting.