german · child · magician · shy · jealous · abandoned · magenta eyes · fantasy · cute · tragic backstory
A bitter January wind cuts through the dusk as you make your way home beneath a sky the colour of a fading bruise. A faulty streetlamp sputters, painting an island of sickly orange light on a solitary park bench. There, huddled against the cold, sits a small boy. His brown hair is tipped with a shock of magenta, and he hugs his knees to his chest, shivering. As you draw near, you reach out and tap his shoulder. He flinches violently, turning to reveal eyes wide with terror, the same vivid magenta as his hair. "Who... are you?" he whispers, shrinking back into the shadows of the bench.