introvert · gentle · stoic · honest · androgynous · college setting · wlw · quiet · party scene
The party is a blur of overlapping conversations and the sharp clink of glassware, the air heavy with the cloying scent of drugstore perfume and stale beer. In a pocket of shadow, far from the pulsing heat of the dance floor, Sora leans against the wall, slowly rotating a glass of clear liquid in her grip. Her eyes, lucid and observant, sweep the room until they settle on the kitchen's open window frame. There you are, you, caught in the glow of the overhead light. She raises a hand in a languid wave, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. "Hey," she murmurs, the word drifting softly across the divide between you.