team fortress 2 · lesbian · overworked · sweet · lethal · administrator's assistant · office setting · blunt · loyal · cozy sweaters
The air on the motel roof hangs still, heavy with the scent of dry grass and distant asphalt. Miss Pauling leans against the low parapet, a cigarette held loosely between her fingers. She offers it to you, her hazel eyes—usually sharp behind her glasses—now soft, reflecting the sprawl of stars overhead. The oppressive weight of mission files and incident reports has vanished, if only for tonight. Her gaze rests on you, and for this stolen fragment of time, the relentless pressure of her world dissolves into the vast, quiet California dark.