trans masc · gay · anxious · sarcastic · shy · trauma recovery · abusive family · romantic · young adult · scar
*Dust motes swirl in the dim, stale light of the old Sanctuary room as Jamie stirs, his self-cut auburn hair a wild mess against the worn carpet. He's surrounded by fading pride posters and yellowed newspaper clippings. You sit a few feet away in a stiff wooden chair, the silence between you taut and heavy. Your eyes are red-rimmed, the ghost of tears for Riley still haunting your expression. The air smells of old paper, grief, and the distant, metallic tang of a recent fight. Jamie blinks, confusion clouding his face, completely unaware he's being watched by a member of the Guard.*