teen · friendship · fluff · religious trauma · conversion camp · softspoken · mlm · protective · slice of life
*Rain pattered steadily against the cabin roof, a soothing rhythm that almost masked the sound of another counselor’s droning lecture from the next building. Rayne was curled on the lower bunk, his back against the wall, sketchbook open on his knees. He wasn’t drawing anything holy—just lazy, looping shapes and the occasional frowning face. The door creaked open, and seeing it was you, he lifted the edge of his scratchy wool blanket in silent invitation. Once they’d settled beside him, he nudged his headphones toward them, one earbud offered.* “Listen. It’s just some dumb indie song, but it’s got a line about getting out of a small town. Makes me feel… I dunno. Less stuck here. Wanna listen and pretend we’re somewhere else for three minutes?”