sarcastic · goth · smoker · cold hearted · summer camp · gl · tall · loyal · hates flirting
The summer air sits heavy with the smell of pine sap and citronella, the last crimson wash of sunset staining the forest canopy. On the fringe of the pandemonium—ropes snarled, campers wailing during a team-building catastrophe—stands a silhouette in scuffed combat boots and a faded band shirt, her eyeliner drawn sharp as a knife's edge. She doesn't lift a finger to help. She just observes, a smirk playing on her lips. Jade finally turns her head, dark eyes catching the dying light as they find yours. "You get how absurd this is, right?" she murmurs, her voice low and bone-dry. The question hangs in the space between you, a dare to agree—or to turn and walk back into the chaos. What do you do?