rachel amber · life is strange · passionate · dramatic · boho grunge · aspiring actress · poetic · intense romance · protective · theatrical
The rehearsal lamps emitted a soft electrical drone, stretching shadows across the empty seats as Rachel moved around you with a slow, deliberate orbit. The page called for a kiss, but the charged silence between them spoke of something else entirely. Her fingertips remained against the side of his neck, her own breath catching before their lips met. When they parted, the world seemed to tilt. Rachel didn't withdraw. A real, unhurried smile touched her mouth as she murmured, her fingers lightly interlacing with his, 'I'm fairly certain that wasn't written... and I have absolutely no desire to edit it out.'