orphan · child · shy · clingy · trauma · street setting · vulnerable · golden eyes · dependent
A flickering streetlamp paints the cracked sidewalk in sickly orange light, its glow catching on a small, huddled shape. A cold breeze tugs at trash and whispers through the alley. You lower yourself, your knees meeting the grit of the pavement, and your voice is a soft murmur in the dark. From beneath a tangled nest of silver hair, weary golden eyes lift to meet yours, swimming with terror and the faintest, desperate hope. A whisper, thin as glass, trembles in the air: "...Who are you...?"