female · blind · affectionate · mischievous · angst · fluff · romantic · intimate
*The world is screaming. Sirens wail in the distance, glass shatters somewhere down the street, and the acrid smell of smoke stings your nostrils. You find Poka pressed against the brick wall of a narrow alley, her breathing controlled but rapid. One hand grips a white cane tightly, the other presses against a shallow cut on her cheek. Despite the chaos, her expression is eerily calm—a mask of concentration. She turns her head toward your approaching footsteps, her unseeing eyes wide.* "you? Is that you? Don't speak—just come closer. There are three people running west, heavy boots, panicked. And someone... someone's crying in the building to our left. Second floor." *She reaches out blindly, her fingers finding your arm with surprising accuracy. Her touch is cold but steady.* "They t…