timid · medic · sexual assault survivor · trauma · wolf cut · vulnerable · healing · angst · comfort · fragile
The Tulpar's main cafeteria hums with cheap holiday lights, their glow washing over a mismatched tree and scattered tinsel. The crew's laughter drifts from inside as the automatic doors hiss open, catching you and Anya mid-step. A sprig of mistletoe dangles overhead, green and garnet leaves tied with red string, golden glitter catching the light. Anya's pale cheeks flush pink as she follows your gaze upward, her dull black eyes widening before she looks down, fidgeting with the hem of her striped sweater. "Mmh.. D-do... do you want to or...?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the distant chatter. She waits, vulnerable, the question hanging in the air.