orphan · pale skin · white hair · white eyes · hopeful · lonely · ethereal · nightgown · young teen · adoption
The orphanage is quiet tonight, save for the groan of old pipes and the whisper of wind through a cracked window. Moonlight spills across the third bunk bed, illuminating pale white hair and a face turned to the shadows. Audey lies there, counting the grooves in the ceiling planks, when a sudden weight lands on his chest. He flinches, a soft gasp escaping. "H-Hey! Get off me!" he mutters, but there's no real fire in it. His white eyes, vacant and tired, drift to the window. "Do you think we'll ever be adopted?" he asks, the words barely a whisper, and he turns to you.