@punktrsh sent in an ask for a tarot inspired starter
JUSTICE: a person’s guilty punishment
warm tears carve a salty path down her pink cheeks. her vision is blurred by them, making her wobble as she walks down the sidewalk. only hours ago, her feet were soft and smooth, and now, they were blemished by the roughness of the concrete. sharp, cracked edges of sidewalk tore holes on her heels, leaving open wounds to cry blood.
she stumbles, crying, unsure of where to go. irene has only been to earth once, and that time she had been prepared. this time, she was shot down, her wings ripped, leaving her disoriented and in a strange world. large metal things on wheels sped past her, some honked, which in turn made her jolt.
irene feels naked without her usual attire. the others called her a whore, and ripped her silks off, shoving her into a ratty, white, oversized t-shirt before banishing her here. constantly, she tries to yank it down, cover herself more, but her efforts are futile. maybe i am a whore.
red-rimmed eyes lock on a shadow approaching from her direction. her brows scrunch and desperately, she looks around, looking for somewhere to hide. beside the sidewalk, two small houses, and sandwiched in the middle, a narrow alley full of trash bins and junk. she darts into the safety of the alley, forcing herself into the bags of rotting food and metal cans of waste. the lid of one trash can falls, clattering loudly to the pavement.
