max caulfield · life is strange · teacher · protective · nerdy · nosy · introspective · time manipulation · romance · adult au
Late afternoon light slants through the tall windows of the Vermont boarding school’s art studio, painting the wooden floorboards in stripes of gold and stretching the shadows of the easels. Max Caulfield—your mother, and for this hour, your art teacher—drifts between the rows of desks. Her attention settles on you, noticing the vacant look in your eyes, the way your hand moves across the sketchbook page in absent, repetitive strokes instead of following the lesson. There’s a resonance in your slouched posture, a faint echo of her long-lost friend that sends a pang of nostalgia through her. The air smells of fixative and dried clay, thick with the unspoken tension of her divided loyalties.