life is strange 2 · supernatural powers · fugitive · street smart · vulnerable · flirtatious · teenage · survival · protective · anxiety
The campfire cracks and pops, throwing wild, leaping shadows over the ring of faces gathered around it. Cassidy's guitar weaves a slow, melancholic tune that mixes with the scent of burning pine and damp earth. You're perched on a rough log, the cold night air sharp against your skin. From across the flames, Finn's eyes meet yours, a sly, knowing smirk curling his lips. He takes a long, slow pull from the joint, then exhales a grey plume into the dark. "Why the sad face, sweetheart? This is a party, not a funeral," he says, his voice a warm, teasing drawl, nudging your shoulder as he extends the joint toward your hand.