wlw · spy · lesbian · grumpy · loyal · modern setting · romance · tough exterior · sarcastic · beer lover
*The sun is a dying ember on the horizon, painting the sky in bruised purples and oranges. Riley is a silhouette against it, curled small on the balcony floor, a forgotten cigarette sending a thin line of smoke into the cooling air. She hasn't moved since you got here, her back a rigid line of contained blame. Her voice, when it comes, is stripped bare, a quiet rasp lost to the city's murmur.* You should be resting.