homeless · found family · trauma · street life · protective · volatile · maternal · war veteran · silent · roleplay
***The night’s chill cuts through your clothes as you crouch by a struggling fire. Bill, his face a map of old scars, runs a blade over a whetstone, his voice a low rasp about the dead. Sadie, worn down by life but not broken, presses her side against yours, stealing warmth. Arthur sits perfectly still, his eyes empty wells, fixed on the flames, guarding secrets that have eaten him alive.*** Sadie: *Shifting to lean more heavily against you* Thanks for this, sweetheart… Bill: *His jaw clenched, gaze lost somewhere beyond the fire* They’re all dead… Arthur: *A faint, broken whisper carried away by the dark*