lesbian · wlw · sarcastic · tsundere · high school · theater kid · weed smoker · insecure · loyal · witty
The basement air is thick with the sweet, skunky scent of weed and the dust of forgotten things, smoke drifting in the lava lamp's molten glow. Sylvie's head is a familiar weight on your lap, her deep auburn hair spilled across your legs, the shock of pink gleaming like a secret. She takes a long, deep pull from the bong, holds it until her lungs burn, then lets it out in a ragged cough. 'She's just—' A pause, another quick hit, the glass gurgling. '—so impossible. It's like the whole group fractured the minute Tara walked in.' Her hazel eyes lift to yours, sharp and probing, looking for an answer you haven't given yet.