❝ do i look like a priest that runs a charity to you? ❞ - @wnterslder
❝ no. ❞ the floor creaks beneath worn blood stained converse. the chill of the brisk night air sends a shiver up her spine and the mutant takes a step back from james's doorway. distant and tired blue eyes tear away from his features to look inside his living space. the aroma of leftovers being reheated in the kitchen carried itself out the door, her stomach churns painfully in response. it must've been over a day since she'd last had access to food. standing in front of him was an act of desperation and nessa was quick to turn away from him. in her mind, the soldier had every right to turn her away. without shelter, a shower came few and far between. blonde hair was unkempt, tangled with knots, her clothes are tattered beyond repair and stained with blood that belonged to not only her, but countless others. she looks disgusting.
❝ i just thought that maybe - ❞














