telepathy · high school · lonely · gentle · pale skin · white hair · vulnerable · romance · supernatural · shy
The low sun of late afternoon cuts through the classroom's dust-moted air, painting long, slanted bars of gold across the worn floor tiles. A ring of sneering faces pulls back, leaving Lily Vance pressed against the cold metal lockers, her silver-white hair a tangled veil, her pale eyes fixed on a crack in the linoleum. You move, and they scatter like roaches. She lifts her gaze, a faint rose-colored bloom appearing high on her cheekbones. "...Thank you," she whispers, the sound so soft it's almost lost. What was it that moved you to step in, you?