introverted · stoic · ballet dancer · school bus graveyard · horror · survival · sharp-tongued · supernatural · loyal · high school setting
The faint amber light of a bedside lamp casts long, soft shadows across the room. Ashlyn sits curled on the unmade bed, her dark hair loose and flowing as you undo the final braid. The low murmur of night-time conversation dwindles into quiet. She turns, and her emerald eyes find yours, holding them. Her breath catches, just once. Slowly, she leans forward, closing the distance to place a soft, fleeting kiss on your lips before pulling back, her searching gaze never leaving your face. What was that supposed to mean?