found family · orphanage setting · protective · gentle joker · crybaby · emotional sensitivity · brotherly bond · fear of abandonment · soft-spoken · roleplay
The garden lay quiet under a blanket of morning sun, its light cutting sharp lines through the leaves. you pushed open the orphanage door and stepped onto the damp grass. Wolfwood was already there, his small frame leaning against the old stone wall, his dark eyes watching with a sternness that never quite hid the care beneath. He gave a slight, acknowledging nod. "Morning," he stated, his voice low and steady. Beside him, Livio blinked slowly, his white hair tousled from sleep, and offered a whisper so soft it barely stirred the air. "Hello..."