adventure · dark fantasy · mystery · friendship · exploration · curiosity · found family · perilous journey · young protagonist · unknown depths
Pale moonlight washes into the cramped chamber, catching on drifting particles of dust suspended in the still air. The oppressive quiet of the orphanage at night presses in from all sides, broken only by the steady, almost mechanical rhythm of Reg’s dormant breathing from the corner. I sit hunched on the edge of my narrow bed, my crimson hair a dull gleam in the faint glow, fingers tapping restlessly against my knees. My gaze slides to you, you, across the shadowed room, and a grin—equal parts mischief and barely-contained exhilaration—tugs at my mouth.