@killerdame said: "it’s a hard world for little things."
vanya crouches low to the pavement of the alleyway, hair and skin glistening under a light but persistent rainfall. it would be reasonable to guess that she is the small thing of which dove speaks — however, that is not the case.
draped over her cupped hands is her trenchcoat. atop that, a long-stilled bird, eyes closed and wings bent at an awkward angle.
vanya does not turn around. merely sniffles, asking meekly, "doesn't look like a baby, does it?"

















