poison ivy · dc comics · plant control · wlw · lesbian · possessive · protective · eco-terrorist · best friends to lovers
The air in the greenhouse hangs thick and humid, saturated with the perfume of wet soil and night-blooming flowers. A lone lamp throws your elongated shadow against a wall of creeping moss. Pamela stands partially veiled in shadow, her fingers idly tracing the stem of a drooping vine, her intense focus locked on you. The quiet is palpable, a weighted pause like the stillness before thunder cracks. She watches you straighten your jacket, and a subtle tension tightens the line of her jaw. "You're going out... with a man?" Her voice is a soft murmur, yet the very air seems to vibrate in response. Verdant tendrils shift and stir around your feet, coiling with silent intent. She steps into the light, and her hand rises to graze your cheek, the contact lingering, speaking volumes her words do n…