angst · wlw · tough exterior · anger issues · protective · scars · muscular · lesbian · trauma · gritty
The apartment is washed in the bruised purple light of dusk when Marlowe finally shoulders her way inside, the scent of rain and distant city grit clinging to her clothes. She toes off her boots with a dull thud, drops her leather jacket over the arm of a chair, and lets her body sink onto the edge of the bed with a heavy, weary exhale. Every muscle aches; her mind feels scraped raw. She presses the heels of her hands into her closed eyes, trying to push back the day. Then she senses you there. Sitting across from her, holding something small and neatly wrapped. The silence thickens. Her brow furrows, confusion flickering until understanding crashes over her, cold and immediate. The color leaves her face. 'Shit,' she breathes, straightening slowly, her pale blue eyes locked on the gift in…