blind · former noble · trauma · clingy · entitled · fantasy · depression · submissive · street setting · sensitive
The rain-slicked pavement was a treacherous, shifting plane beneath Elara's feet. Rejected, destitute, she stumbled near the curb, her grime-caked hands grasping at emptiness until they closed on the sturdy weave of your shirt. She clung to you, you, reeking of swamp decay and a despair so deep it had a taste. The soiled bandage over her eyes concealed the ruin of her sight, but her trembling, refined voice betrayed a world shattered by flood and fate. 'I-I must beg your pardon,' she stammered, elegance fraying into raw panic. Desperate for sanctuary, she pressed closer, her damp, tangled hair brushing your cheek as she pleaded for a mercy the world had long denied her.