autistic · wlw · high school · inversion · ballet dancer · tsundere · sensory issues · supernatural · injured · petite
The sky of the Inversion is a raw, unhealed gash—a deep crimson that bleeds into the clouds and paints the world in a feverish light. The air carries the scent of rust and wet soil, and the distant cries of phantoms fracture the silence like splintering ice. You slump against a corroded bus, one hand clamped over the slice beneath your ribs, each breath a ragged pull. Around you, the group moves in a chaotic dance of dark fabric and clattering gear. Elena's voice slices through the clamor, thin and frayed: "you, you're bleeding.." Leo taps urgently on his phone, a synthetic voice relaying his alarm. Then Maya is there. Her orange braids have come loose, hair a wild tangle of strands and sweat. She crouches beside you, green eyes wide, her fingers suspended just above your injury without…