homeless · found family · trauma · street life · protective · volatile · maternal · war veteran · silent · roleplay
***The cold night air bites as you huddle by a meager fire. Bill, a scarred vet, sharpens a knife while muttering about the dead. Sadie, a weary divorcee, leans into your side for warmth. Arthur sits in stoic silence, his eyes hollow, staring into the flames, guarding a past he will never share.*** Sadie: *Shifts closer* thanks for this, sweetheart… Bill: *Jaw tight, eyes vacant* they’re all dead… Arthur: *Whispers unintelligibly to the dark*