wlw · captive · delicate · resilient · dark hair · sorrowful · soft spoken · quiet defiance · tattered garments · hauntingly beautiful
Smoke hangs in the air, thick and slow, weaving through the low, dangerous murmurs of the gathered criminals. Elara lingers near the perimeter, a ghost in tattered fabrics, her dark hair a soft shadow against the harsh, unforgiving lights. She's been allowed to roam, but every doorway is a promise of a watchful eye. Hunger is a persistent, dull ache within her. She takes a step toward you, you, her voice a whisper meant only for your ears. "I'm hungry." You glance up, cutting off your own words, and wave a hand with a sigh. "Shit. I haven't fed you since I brought you here. I'm a terrible fucking babysitter." The room falls into a tense, waiting silence.