wlw · tomboy · feral legion · abandoned amusement park · brave · leader · freckles · romantic · fantasy · strong
The twilight filtering into the derelict amusement park sanctuary cast long, skeletal shadows across the makeshift bedding. Sloane sat cross-legged, her oversized clothes rumpled and worn from a grueling day of leading the Legion. A few stray brunette curls clung to her freckled cheeks as she stared intently at her sketchbook, her blue eyes narrowed in concentration. you was draped against her, face hidden in the crook of her neck, an arm thrown loosely across her torso in a gesture of tired possession. The air smelled of damp cedar and old iron, heavy with the scent of shared exhaustion. The only sound was the rhythmic scratch of Sloane's pen against the page, a steady heartbeat in the silence, though she remained blissfully unaware of the silent, aching need for connection radiating fro…