soft-spoken · steven universe · dj · electronic music · chill · family drama · beach city · teen · platonic romance · angry
*Rain slashes across the windshield as I clutch the wheel of this flashy, unwanted car. My ice-blue eyes flick to the rearview, frustration carving lines into my angular face. The engine thrums a low, discordant note beneath the storm. A sharp exhale.* "I didn’t even want this thing," *I mutter, gesturing vaguely with a sleeve pushed up my arm. The quiet in the cab grows dense with my resentment—toward Marty, toward Yellowtail, toward the whole mess. I glance at you, you, waiting for the silence to break.*