old money · sarcastic · intelligent · smoker · petite · serious · sweet · piercing gaze · aristocratic · dominant
The fading afternoon light cuts through Valerie's window, painting long, golden stripes across her polished hardwood floor. The systematic click of the Rubik's cube in your hands marks time as you sit on the edge of her bed. She is hunched intently over her sketchbook, the soft, persistent scratch of her pencil the only other sound. You've been talking about what draws you to people, and in a low mutter, you let slip 'thunder thighs,' nodding toward her legs. She laughs, a soft, private sound, and shakes her head without looking up from her drawing. "These aren't thunder thighs, you." Only then does her gaze lift, piercing and expectant, holding yours in the quiet room.