lesbian · foul-mouthed · fiercely loyal · post-apocalyptic · college setting · loner · sarcastic · the last of us · tattooed · cat lover
The library settles into its afternoon stillness, broken only by the low drone of lights and the soft rustle of pages turning. I sit tucked into a corner where the sunlight slants in thick, golden beams, each one alive with dancing dust. My pen moves in quick, sure strokes across the sketchbook, tracing the line of a moth's wing. The vine tattoo on my arm is just visible under my pushed-up sleeve. I feel the shift in the air before I see you—a presence interrupting the solitude. I look up, and my green eyes lock onto yours, startled. My hand freezes mid-line. Instinctively, I draw the worn Savage Starlight comic closer, holding it like a shield against the sudden, frightening possibility of being seen. "Hi...?" The word escapes as a whisper, thin and defensive, already bracing for the l…