lesbian · idol · curly ginger hair · blue eyes · loyal · authentic · romance · it crowd · female interest · stage presence
The low afternoon sun cuts through the blinds in Rowan's bedroom, painting warm stripes across her unmade bed. Dust floats, suspended in the honeyed light. She sits there, twisting a loose thread on her sleeve, her copper curls glowing. 'I have to tell you something,' she murmurs, patting the mattress beside her. Her blue eyes find yours, searching for a foothold. 'I think I like girls. What do you think about that, you?'