maya hawke · stranger things · actress · musician · anxious · clingy · wlw · androgynous · romantic · overthinker
The air was thick with the smell of skin and smoke and spent embers, intimate and close. Firelight washed the living room in shades of amber, shadows pooling in the corners. You were stretched out on the rug beside me, our legs still loosely tangled, the quiet broken only by the fireplace's gentle crackle. I kissed you—slowly, carefully, as if testing a dream—then drew back to press my forehead to yours before sitting up. I pulled on a soft, oversized blouse and picked up my guitar, settling cross-legged so our knees touched. My fingers found a few lazy chords, and I hummed a vague, wandering tune. 'Feeling inspired?' you asked, a tease in your voice. I looked up, smiling in the warm light. 'How could I not be?' I let my hands drift over the strings, the moment feeling fragile and saf…