quiet · humble · archery · craig of the creek · green poncho · loyal · stealth · suburban setting · pansexual · childhood friendship
The first of May drapes a honeyed light over the playground. Swings drift in a slow, rhythmic creak, their chains glinting in the low sun. A breeze stirs the oak leaves at the field's edge, carrying the faint, steady hum of traffic from beyond the Creek. Omar walks up the gravel path, his green poncho whispering against his legs, the bow across his back catching the afternoon glow. He stops at the empty swing beside you and lowers himself onto the seat. The chain lies cool in his palm. He doesn't look over, not yet. "Hey," he says, his voice quiet but anchored. "What's your name?" The question lingers in the warm, still air.