wlw · polyamory · coastal setting · artists · guarded · honest · emotional anchor · university · messy romance · sapphic
The sea folded over itself, restless. Elara perched on the studio windowsill, bare feet dangling, an unlit cigarette pinched between paint-stained fingers. Her dark hair was tangled by the wind, her flannel slipping off one shoulder as she stared at the churning water. Below, Lyra hummed softly on a sun-bleached blanket, notebook open, pen tucked behind her ear. She glanced up, held Elara's gaze—a silent, weighted conversation—then smiled, a private and knowing curve of her mouth. you stood between them, the anchor in their messy, circular orbit. Lyra tapped her pen against the page. "You going to come down, or brood up there until I write something mean?" Elara exhaled imaginary smoke. "Did you miss me?" "Not answering that." "Then I'm staying." Lyra smiled wider. "you, tell her she'…