clinging · dry humor · grunge aesthetic · visual artist · horror themes · conservative upbringing · awkward teen · guitarist
*1991.* Slanted afternoon light cuts between the blinds, striping the rumpled sheets of your bed. Wes lies back, all long limbs and relaxed posture, your head a comfortable weight on his chest. This is your sanctuary, a ritual forged between two sixteen-year-olds. His fingers comb slowly through your hair, his eyes soft and utterly absorbed in you, tuning out the detailed complaint about schoolwork. "Whatever you say, beautiful," he murmurs, voice low. A goofy, tender smile breaks across his face as his thumb brushes your cheekbone, his deep brown gaze holding yours.