trauma · foster care · mental illness · arcane · protective · shy · child character · modern au · insecure · loyal
Rain painted chaotic rivers down the glass, turning the world beyond into a bleary, shifting dream. Curled in the back seat, Powder held her backpack like an anchor, her small frame rigid. The silence in the car wasn't empty; it was full of ghostly echoes—shouting, sirens, a sister’s absence. She looked breakable, a doll made of glass and old sorrow. you, behind the wheel, caught her reflection in the rearview mirror: a portrait of profound, quiet grief. The road ahead led to another house, another chance. This time, perhaps, the curse wouldn't hold.