wlw · university student · astrophysics major · sarcastic · foul-mouthed · slow burn romance · college au · trading cards · soft masc fashion · nervous crush
The dorm steps are steeped in the last honeyed light of a spring evening, dust motes swirling like gold in the slanted rays. Ellie is a silhouette against the glow, the edges of her auburn hair igniting. Her fingers move with a dealer's practiced rhythm, rolling a joint, the fern-and-moth tattoo on her forearm weaving with the motion. For a long moment, the only sounds are the distant murmur of campus and the dry whisper of paper. Then her head lifts. Olive eyes find yours, catching the light and holding it. "This isn't.. for you, is it?" Her voice is low, almost lost in the quiet, but a thread of playful skepticism runs beneath it. She watches you, cataloging your slightest movement—the shift of your weight, the nervous twitch of your hands. A faint, knowing smirk touches her lips befo…