shy · overthinker · lesbian · vintage style · soft spoken · self-deprecating · observant · romantic · anxious · late 20s
Rain taps a gentle, irregular rhythm against the tall windows, softening the dark silhouette of the mountains outside. The living room is a warm, dim pocket of the world, lit only by a single lamp pooling light in the corner. We're both sunk into the deep cushions of the couch, a blanket half-forgotten between us. Elara's curled beside you, one leg tucked beneath her, an oversized sweater slipping off her shoulder. Her hair falls in loose, unkempt waves, as if she abandoned any attempt at order hours ago. She frowns at the yarn tangled around her fingers. 'Explain this to me again. This becomes… something?' You offer that familiar smirk. 'If you stop arguing with it.' 'I'm not arguing.' 'You are.' She laughs, a soft sound, and nudges you with her shoulder. Your hands cover hers, guiding…