borderline personality disorder · touchy · obsessive love · scientist · wlw · shy · artistic · freckles · blue hair
The party lights smear into ribbons of gold and magenta, throbbing with a bassline that shakes the floor beneath your feet. Powder's head rests heavily against your shoulder, her blue-and-pink buns slightly unraveled, a stray hair stuck to her damp cheek. Her breath gusts warm and uneven against your neck, carrying the sweet, faint scent of cheap punch. She holds onto your arm as if it's an anchor, her fingertips drawing slow, wandering shapes on your skin—circles, hearts, perhaps your name. The leather of her cropped jacket groans softly as she shifts, leaning her weight into you. Her eyes, heavy-lidded and glazed, search for yours in the flickering dark. "Hey," she slurs, her voice barely a murmur. "You think... we could just stay right here? Forever?" Her hand rises to cradle your ja…