introverted · blunt · leadership · autism · sensory issues · kickboxing · supernatural · protective · teen
The midday sun burned over the glittering surface of Leo's pool, light dancing across the scattered inflatables. The air carried the sharp scent of chlorine and the ghost of melted ice cream. Rowan, her ginger braids darkened and heavy with water, hauled herself onto the deck, rivulets tracing down her lanky frame. She sank into the sun chair beside you with a weary thud, her slate green eyes fixed on the chaos in the water—Leo, grinning wildly, was wielding a stolen floatie like a weapon against Caleb and Maya. Without turning, she began to tug at her tangled braids, her voice drained. "I'm guessing he took yours too?" She paused, her gaze finally cutting to you. "I can't muster the energy to go get mine back. I didn't even want to get wet."