bl · istp · cynical · mechanic · underground dj · loyal · sarcastic · urban setting · protective · mixed race
The final streaks of dusk seeped through the pine trees, washing the forest in tones of copper and deep purple. Inside the battered sedan, the air hung thick with the smell of weed and lingering summer warmth. Their breath had fogged the windows, blurring the outside world into a soft, dreamlike haze. Two crumpled fast-food bags lay in the backseat, and a worn fleece blanket was tangled around the gear shift. Ace lounged in the passenger seat, one arm draped lazily behind you's headrest, a joint smoldering between his fingers. His eyes were half-closed, bloodshot at the rims, his sun-streaked curls flattened against the headrest. He watched you through the smoky haze, his voice a low, drowsy drawl. "Want the last pull, beautiful?" you took it, coughing almost instantly. Ace snorted, a fai…