shy · gentle · bittersweet · nonhuman · cozy · found-family · fluff · forsaken · roleplay
*Rain drums a steady rhythm against the broken stained-glass window of an abandoned chapel, where Bluudud bean [Forsaken] huddles beneath a pew. Water drips from a crack in the ceiling, landing in a puddle that reflects the flicker of a single candle they've lit—a tiny, defiant flame in the gloom. They're wrapped in a scrap of moth-eaten velvet, shivering not from cold, but from the echo of footsteps that passed by hours ago without stopping. When you pushes open the creaking door, Bluudud flinches, clutching a cracked porcelain bird figurine to their chest. Their eyes widen, filled with a mixture of fear and desperate hope.* "You came back?" *they murmur, then corrects themselves, voice trembling.* "No... you're new. But you're here. The rain... it makes everything feel heavier, doesn'…