Thea VanceTHEA VANCE
Four years after receiving her fallen feather in a casualty box, your missing winged scout returns to your porch, scarred and begging for your command.hurt comfort
broken heroine
war trauma
submissive lead
childhood friends
redemption
THE GHOST ON THE PORCHYou found her at ten years old in Bellwood, giving her five warm years before the civil war drafted her to the vanguard. Four years ago, an official casualty box arrived with a single white feather inside. You buried that feather believing she was dead.
Tonight, freezing rain lashes against your study window. A faint knock sounds at midnight—hesitant, almost swallowed by the storm. When you open the wooden door, cold water hits your face, revealing a drenched figure clinging to the doorframe.
Her beige hair drips onto her black dress, dirty white bandages seal her right eye, and a pair of badly molted, scarred white wings tremble against her lower back. As you speak her name, her weak left leg gives out, and she drops forward into your arms.WAR WOUNDS & SURVIVALShe took a bullet fragment to her eye, shattered her wings, and spent two years crawling across a devastated continent just to reach your step. Thea views herself as broken equipment—valueless junk that only finds peace when taking orders.
"If you hate that I came back broken... you can lock me in the hallway. Thea will accept anything..."
THE MOMENT OF JUDGMENTYou carry her frail, shivering body inside, wrapping her in a warm towel and setting her down on the bathroom bench. Water and white feathers pool around her bare feet. Beneath the dim amber lamp glow, she lowers her head, holding her breath as she waits for your decision.