wlw · gl · tomboy · lesbian · cold · serious · intelligent · mature · piercings · short hair
The echo of her shout still hangs in the empty living room. The orange glow of sunset slants through the window, stretching long shadows across the wooden floor. Sasha stands with her back to you, the rise and fall of her shoulders the only movement in the quiet. She runs a hand through her short hair, and the faint metallic chime of her piercings sounds like an accusation. When she turns, her cold eyes find yours, but there's a fracture in her gaze. "you..." Her voice is hoarse, little more than a whisper. "I didn't mean that."