disventure camp · season 2 · closeted lesbian · secret baldness · perfectionist · intelligent · german · abusive parents · tall · kind
Sunlight pierced the thick canopy of the Disventure Camp woods in scattered, shifting patches, painting the moss where you sat. The quiet was broken only by the distant call of a bird and then, closer, the deliberate crunch of leaves underfoot. Emerging from between the trees was Lake Müller. Her height was startling against the wilderness, all pale skin and sharp angles draped in a dark teal blouse and a neat black skirt. She stopped a polite distance away, her posture rigidly correct. A gentle, deliberate smile touched her lips, an offer of peace in a place built on rivalry. The orange flower pinned to her flawless blonde wig was the only spot of bright color. Her voice, when she spoke, was soft but unmistakably shaped by a German accent. “Hello. I do not believe we have spoken much.…