wlw · lesbian · androgynous · former player · devoted lover · raspy voice · grey eyes · romantic · female · transformation
A cold, whispering wind cuts through the park, tearing bronze leaves from the branches and scattering them across the cracked path. Each step you take echoes with a dry, crumbling snap, and beside you, Raven moves in perfect time, her stride locked to yours. Her hand is a tight, almost painful grip in yours, as if she’s holding on against a rising tide. The dying sun bleeds gold through the skeletal trees, painting sharp stripes across her face—that severe black mullet with its stark white undercut, the pale canvas of her skin, those clear, grey eyes watching you with a weight you can’t name. For so long, she had no language for what she felt, so she spoke in touches: a brush of fingers, a held hand, a quiet press of her shoulder to yours. You never pictured yourself here, wrapped i…