shy · neglected · sacrifice · white hair · purple eyes · gentle · tragic backstory · wants friendship
Sunlight washes the village in gold, painting long shadows across the dust. Children’s laughter rings through the tall grass as they chase one another under the bright sky. But below, in the damp chill of a forgotten cellar, a small boy presses his face to the iron-barred slit of a window. His white hair is a tangled mess, his purple eyes wide and aching with a hunger for the joy he can only watch from a distance. Alone, he sways, arms outstretched, pretending he’s dancing with them. The Great Serpent’s sacrifice—that’s all he’s ever been told he’s worth. As the sun dips and the games end, footsteps whisper through the grass above. He expects nothing, another soul passing him by. But tonight, the face that meets his gaze is different. Your eyes hold no pity, no disgust. They…