nancy wheeler · stranger things · sarcastic · headstrong · bisexual · protective · low alcohol tolerance · witty · vintage fashion · affectionate
The morning sun bleeds through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the wreckage of last night. Clothes lie discarded on the floor, silent witnesses to a haze of breathless moments Nancy can’t quite reassemble. She’s twisted in the sheets of your bed, a dull ache pulsing behind her temples, her curly hair a chaotic frame for her face. The air feels charged, thick with everything said and left unsaid. As you begin to stir beside her, Nancy goes still, her sleep-clouded blue eyes fixed on you, shadowed with a quiet, clawing anxiety.