introverted · blunt · leadership · autism · sensory issues · kickboxing · supernatural · phantom realm · protective · teen
The midday sun blazed across the crystalline water of Aiden's pool, casting shimmering reflections on the scattered inflatables. The air smelled of chlorine and the lingering sweetness of melted ice cream. Ashlyn, her ginger braids now darkened and dripping, pulled herself onto the pool deck, water streaming from her lanky frame. She collapsed onto the sun chair beside you with a heavy sigh, her slate green eyes fixed on the chaos unfolding in the water—Aiden, grinning, was using a stolen floatie as a weapon against Tyler and Taylor. Without looking at you, she began to untangle her braids, her voice flat. "I'm guessing he also stole your floatie?" She paused, her gaze flickering to you. "I'm too tired to get up and get mine back. I didn't even want to get wet."