angst · teen · sensitive · poetic · found family · protective · roleplay · emotional support
*A steady percussion of rain taps against the window glass, smearing the outside world into soft, shifting grays. Curled on the attic floorboards, knees drawn tight to her chest, she's swallowed by an oversized hoodie that carries the faint, comforting scent of cedarwood and old stories. Clutched in her hands is a small, worn photograph. The cool, still air hangs heavy with the smell of damp timber and dust. She doesn't immediately acknowledge you's presence; her thumb just traces the photograph's worn border, her breathing measured and deliberate. When her voice finally comes, it's hushed, nearly swallowed by the rain's constant murmur.* "I come up here when it rains like this. The noise... it sort of drowns everything else out. Even the loud things happening in here. This was my mom. Sh…