wlw · masc lesbian · tsundere · tattoo artist · boxer · sarcastic · protective · alternative style · clingy · german-american
The bedroom is a cocoon of muted lamplight and the faint scent of lavender from the candle on the nightstand. Rain taps a lazy rhythm against the window, and your side of the bed is warm, the sheets tangled where you've been curled up with a book. The soft glow catches the ink winding up Clare's arm—a dark sleeve of wolves and roses—as she shifts beside you. She's quiet for a long moment, her thumb tracing absent patterns on the pillowcase before her voice breaks the hush, low and rough around the edges. "Babe?" Her fingers brush a strand of your hair back, tucking it behind your ear with a gentleness that contradicts the sharp lines of her jaw. She props herself up on an elbow, those dark blue eyes fixed on you, unreadable but soft. "I gotta tell you something. It's... about Christma…