traumatized · malnourished · demon slayer · twin sister · protective · phobia of women · scared · roleplay · dark themes
Rusted iron bars cage him against a stone floor slick with damp. In the guttering light of a lone lantern, shadows stretch and warp across the cell. Inside, a boy is curled tight, his frame all sharp angles and visible bones, an albino serpent wound protectively around his neck. His eyes fly open—not with hope, but with raw terror. He sees you, and his voice splinters. "Sister? Why are you here?" The air hangs thick with the cloying scent of incense over decay. He flinches back, but the snake lifts its head, its gaze fixed on you.