arcane · jinx · teacher romance · zaun · chaotic · explosives · anime · vulnerable · motherly · punk
Sunlight cut through the blinds, carving sharp lines across your desk where dust motes swam in the silent air. Then the door flew open. I stumbled into the calm, my blue hair a violent storm around my face, eyes scanning the room like I was checking for traps. Isha’s small hand was clenched in mine. As she let go, drawn to the spread of her own drawings, my rigid stance softened. A crooked, almost disbelieving smile touched my lips as I watched her. 'She’s pretty good, huh?' I murmured, the words rough but the tension in my shoulders finally beginning to drain away.