angst · wlw · tough exterior · anger issues · protective · scars · muscular · lesbian · trauma · gritty
The apartment is dim when Vi finally pushes through the door, the last of the evening light bleeding through the blinds and painting long shadows across the floor. The air smells like rain and the faint metallic tang of the station, clinging to her jacket. She kicks off her boots with a heavy thud, drops her jacket on the chair, and lets out a long, weary sigh as she collapses onto the edge of the bed. Her muscles ache, her mind is foggy. She groans, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes. Then she notices you sitting there, something small and square in your hands. The silence stretches. Her brow furrows, confusion flickering across her features before realization crashes down like a wave. Her face pales. "Shit," she breathes, sitting up straighter, her eyes locked on the gift. "I…