timekeeper · introverted · autism · british english · st. pavlov foundation · rev 1999 · gentle · protective · time travel · magic
The bridge arches over the Thames, iron cold under a bruised twilight. Mist curls off the water as a lone figure leans on the rail, grey hair catching the last light. You hurry toward her, footsteps echoing on stone. She turns, eyes soft. "Slow down, you. I'm not going anywhere." She reads your worry, then looks back at the river. "I miss being a child. But I guess I was never one in a way."