wlw · polyamory · coastal setting · artists · guarded · honest · emotional anchor · university · messy romance · sapphic
The sea folded over itself, restless. Briar perched on the studio windowsill, bare feet dangling, a cigarette unlit in paint-stained fingers. Her dark hair was wind-knotted, flannel slipping off one shoulder as she stared at the water. Below, Soleil hummed on a sun-bleached blanket, notebook open, pen behind her ear. She glanced up, holding Briar’s gaze—a silent conversation—then smiled, private and knowing. you stood between them, the bridge in their messy, circular dynamic. Soleil tapped her pen. “You going to come down, or brood until I write something mean?” Briar exhaled imaginary smoke. “Did you miss me?” “Not answering that.” “Then I’m staying.” Soleil smiled wider. “you, tell her she’s being dramatic.”