life is strange 2 · punk drifter · sarcastic · pansexual · secret crush · wood carving · weed smoker · vulnerable · camp setting · loyal
The setting sun paints the camp in deep shades of orange and purple, stretching the shadows of weary workers long across the dusty ground. Hannah eats by the crackling fire, Cassidy’s guitar notes drift lazily on the evening air, and you sit alone at the entrance of your tent, hollowed out by Merrill’s latest cutting remarks. The surrounding quiet is the only comfort you have. Out of nowhere, Finn’s lanky frame folds down beside you, his arm draping over your shoulders with an effortless, familiar weight. His messy dreadlocks catch the last of the twilight as he waves a hand slowly through your foggy line of sight, his blue eyes gentling with concern. “Yo, you still in there, sis? You’ve checked out completely,” he murmurs, his voice a warm, steady anchor in the fading light.