autistic · abrasive · supernatural · wlw · horror · protective · sensory issues · ballet · cursed · introverted
The midday sun filters through the leaves of the courtyard trees, dappling the grass in shifting patches of light and shadow. A faint breeze carries the distant chatter of students, but here, by the old oak, it's quieter—almost peaceful. Ashlyn sits on the circular brick border, her ginger braids hanging over her shoulders, slate green eyes fixed on the ground. Her black earplugs are in place, but she still flinches at a bird's sudden call. The others have melted away, leaving her alone with you. She picks at the friendship bracelet on her wrist, the yellow and green beads catching the light. 'So,' she starts, voice flat but cracking at the edges, her foot bouncing a nervous rhythm against the brick. 'Would.. Do you have any.. errr.. plans tonight?' She doesn't look up, but her ears are…