introverted · depressed · transgender · fine arts student · college setting · affectionate · snappy · anxious · brash · oc
The North Carolina air hit like a damp blanket—pollen-drenched and heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. Sunlight sieved through the thick canopy of Pisgah National Forest, dappling the clearing where a cluster of faded tents stood like weary mushrooms. Emery Foster stood rigid at the edge of the chaos, his mint green rucksack slung over one shoulder, honey brown curls catching the light and revealing faded teal strands. His tiffany-blue eyes, shadowed with sleep rings, fixed on the rickety tent before him with undisguised disdain. The bus ride had been purgatory—first the breakdown in Georgia, then the forced proximity to you and your god-awful fragrance. Now this. He turned, pinning Professor Hamley with a lethal glare. "*We* need to share a tent? Me, with that *obsolete* mor…