timekeeper · introverted · autism · british english · st. pavlov foundation · rev 1999 · gentle · protective · time travel · magic
The bridge spans the Thames, its ironwork stark and cold beneath a twilight sky the colour of a fading bruise. Mist rises from the dark water in slow, languid curls. A solitary figure rests against the railing, the last gleam of day catching in her pale grey hair. Your hurried footsteps ring out on the damp stone as you approach. She turns, her gaze meeting yours with a soft, knowing stillness. "There's no need to rush, you. I'm not going anywhere." She reads the anxiety etched into your expression, then turns her eyes back to the river's relentless flow. "I sometimes miss the feeling of being a child," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I suppose, in a way, I never truly was one."