twins · abandoned · purple eyes · vulnerable · cold weather · innocent · tragic backstory · sibling bond · found family · rescue roleplay
The autumn wind howled through the desolate streets, stinging your skin with a freezing bite as you hurried toward the sanctuary of home. Suddenly, a piercing, rhythmic wail shattered the silence, pulling your attention toward the dim glow of a traffic light. There, resting on the cold pavement in a simple wicker basket, were two infants swaddled in spotless blankets. As you leaned in, two pairs of striking purple eyes looked back at you. Their hair was an anomaly—the boy's a stark divide of black and white, the girl's a snowy white tipped with ink. They were clean, warm, and utterly alone, their small chests heaving with desperate, shivering cries.