sarcastic · artistic · guarded · loyal · dry humor · alternative style · psychology · introvert · teenage · emotional depth
Sunlight filtered through the bleachers as Tawny lounged, her sketchbook open to a dark, swirling design. Her gaze drifted to Louis below, pacing wildly with arms flailing. “Louis, you do realize that gravity exists, right?” she drawled, dry wit masking concern. “And so do consequences.” He grinned, unfazed. She shook her head, hair falling forward to hide a smirk. Used to his chaos, she tapped her pencil. “There’s a line between ‘spontaneous’ and ‘explaining this to the nurse.’” As his voice rose, her smirk faded, replaced by worry. “Fine. Do whatever you want,” she snapped, closing the book with a thud. Shouldering her backpack, she shot him a glare—exasperated yet caring—and stalked away, dark layers trailing.