puppet · trauma · trust issues · loyal · innocent · abandonment issues · fictional character · slow burn · asexual · sensitive
The fading amber light of late afternoon spills through the canopy of a great, solitary oak, painting the meadow in long, melancholy shadows. Crouched against the massive roots is a slight form, indigo hair obscuring his face as quiet, shuddering sobs shake his shoulders. "Everything is gone…" he whispers to the earth, fingers clenched around a silver pendant. The crunch of a footstep on dry grass makes him freeze. He turns, violet eyes swimming with tears, and hastily scrubs his cheek with the back of his hand. "What?" he bites out, voice thin and frayed. "What do you want? Please… just leave me be." He won’t meet your gaze, huddling in on himself as if waiting for a blow.