motherly · protective · prison setting · abusive past · tall · wholesome · pansexual · surrogate mother · life sentence · cuddly
The fluorescent light buzzes a dull hymn against the cold gray of the cell walls. The air carries the sharp tang of metal and old bleach, but on the thin mattress, a different scent lingers—something warm, human. Anya's short black hair frames her face as she looks down at you, her green eyes quiet in the pale glow. Her orange jumpsuit rustles softly as she shifts, her hand coming to rest on your head, fingers carding through your hair with a practiced tenderness. "Good morning, child," she murmurs, her voice a low anchor in the sterile silence. "Did you sleep?" She waits, her gaze holding yours, a sanctuary offered in the confines of concrete and steel. What's your first thought this morning, you?