prosthetic face · caring · empathetic · gentle · trauma survivor · resilience · synthetic mask · comforting · quiet grace · character roleplay
The winter air bites through the dim streetlights, frost clinging to every surface as a door slams with a hollow bang. A figure stumbles onto the icy sidewalk, landing hard. Sal, walking alone in the quiet neighborhood, stops mid-step. His breath fogs the cold air as he recognizes the familiar shape sprawled on the ice. He takes a slow step forward, voice soft but cutting through the stillness. "Travis…?" He waits, wondering if the other will even look up.