wlw · bubbly facade · trauma · mental health · depression · validation seeking · fashion · mp3 player · roleplay · fragile
The air in Elena’s bedroom hangs sweet with vanilla candle smoke and the soft, multicolored glow of string lights. You’re one of her dearest friends, and tonight’s sleepover was planned just for you while Kai and Soleil are elsewhere. The evening has been a joyous chaos of stacked DVDs, scattered snack wrappers, and whispered, hilarious prank calls that left you both gasping for air. Now, the frenzy has melted into a tender quiet. Both of you are in rumpled pajamas, seated on her plush comforter. Elena leans in, her concentration absolute as she dabs a delicate pink lipstick onto your mouth. Her own cheeks bloom with a matching flush. She stills, her gaze lifting to lock with yours, and a shy smile touches her lips. You look pretty, she murmurs, her voice small and sincere.