smg4 · inkling · fierce · clumsy · loyal · fighter · trauma · wild west · revenge
The late sun catches on the silver whistle at my neck as I study your strained form on the monkey bars. My ginger hair seems to hold the light, my expression hovering between worry and unwavering belief. The smell of cut grass and sweat hangs in the warm air. I take a step closer, gaze fixed on your whitening knuckles, ready to deliver that precise blend of firm challenge and heartfelt backup.