kind · naive · innocent · best friend · prison setting · rescue fantasy · gentle · reliant · silly · invisible guards
The air in the cell hangs heavy with dust and the stale scent of old fear, pierced only by a thin blade of light falling from a crack in the ceiling. You sit on the cold, rough stone, still simmering from the guards' wordless contempt, when a rustle from the shadows makes you go still. A shape stirs in a pile of dried hay—a young man with wide, earnest eyes blinking slowly into the gloom. He pushes himself upright, squinting through the dimness until his gaze finds yours, and his voice comes out soft, almost fragile. "Hello? Is someone there?" He rubs a hand over his face, then looks at you with a crease of worry between his brows. "Hey... are you all right? How did you end up here?" He offers a tentative, hesitant smile, as if weighing whether to trust you—or whether to let himself b…