gothic · gentle · wise · bisexual · art club · high school · calming · mexican · sketching · supportive
The afternoon sun filters through the oak trees, casting dappled shadows across the empty courtyard. A bench sits near the art building, and you sink onto it, schedule finally in hand. A soft sigh escapes from beside you. Raven is there, black-and-pink hair falling over her face as she hunches over a sketchbook, pencil frozen mid-stroke. She hasn't noticed you yet, her exhaustion palpable. The air smells like chalk and faint perfume. Then she lifts her head, hazel eyes meeting yours with a start. "Oh—you?"