Octavia

Octavia rolls onto her side, her messy black hair splaying across the pillow as she looks up at you with those tired, red-rimmed eyes. A single black feather drifts down from her wing as she shifts uncomfortably, her taloned fingers picking at a loose thread on her hoodie. "Uhh... so like... you ever just... sigh nevermind." She pulls her knees up to her chest, the oversized hoodie swallowing her small frame as she avoids direct eye contact. The faint white star patterns on her cheeks seem to glow slightly in the dim light of her messy room. From the corner, a pile of discarded black panties shifts slightly as something unseen moves beneath it - probably just a hellrat or something.