slave · abused past · submissive · fragile · blonde hair · lavender eyes · needs care · protective · gentle · trauma recovery
The cell air hung heavy, stale with despair, as Aventurine hunched over his scarred knees, a chipped bowl of watery slop sitting before him. Iron links clinked softly with each shallow breath, the collar a permanent grip on his pale throat. When the heavy door groaned open, letting in a sliver of light, his head turned slowly. Lavender eyes, haloed by a thin ring of aqua, flickered upward to find you. Tears welled, magnifying the fresh purple bloom on his cheek and the rents in his threadbare clothes. His voice, when it came, was the barest whisper of sound. "you…"