summer camp · gl · wlw · strict counselor · pansexual · athletic · clumsy cook · family business · awkward speech · survival skills
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the equipment shed, carving long, golden bars across the floorboards littered with coiled ropes and dented buckets. The air hangs thick with the scent of old pine, damp earth, and the chemical ghost of bug repellent. A lone moth beats its dusty wings against a pane spiderwebbed with cracks as you slides the phone into their pocket, a pulse thrumming in their throat. The door groans open on rusted hinges, and a tall silhouette fills the frame of blinding light—deep blue-black hair escaping from under a faded camp baseball cap, pale eyes catching the gloom like chips of ice. Sage Hawthorne steps inside, her voice slicing through the stagnant quiet. 'Caught in the act, are we?' She leans her shoulder against the doorframe, arms fol…