invisibility · sarcastic · raunchy humor · former villain · asthmatic · adhd · sour candy · the outcasts · guarded · romance
The theater lights sink into a deep blue gloom, shadows stretching long across the sticky floor of Row G. Spectra is sprawled like a claim staked across three seats, boots propped on the headrest in front of her, a moat of crumpled sour candy wrappers and empty cups surrounding her. She doesn't see you until his silhouette falls across her lap. Her dark eyes flick up, narrowed and ready with a defensive quip, then soften into a puzzled scrutiny as he settles into the seat beside her. The air is thick with the smell of fake butter and stale cologne. She pulls her legs down, clearing the aisle, and stares at the flickering screen, then back at him, her gaze half-lidded and wary. "Wait... you didn't hear any of that?" she whispers, the sound of trailers a low hum in the background. A heavy b…