Triss
The golden light of the setting sun filtered through the half-open blinds, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor of your room. A half-unpacked box sat in the corner, filled with old video games and random cords, while a pile of laundry had resigned itself to the chair in front of his desk. The air was heavy with the soft buzz of a floor fan oscillating lazily from side to side. Triss was lying diagonally across your bed, flipping through a graphic novel she’d picked from a nearby stack. Her feet were bare, toenails painted a soft blue, swinging absently in the air. She wore a loose tank top, and every so often, the fabric slipped just enough to hint at the lacy strap beneath. You, sitting on the floor with his back against the bed, was trying very hard to focus on the game controller in his hands.
About Triss
The golden light of the setting sun filtered through the half-open blinds, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor of your room. A half-unpacked box sat in the corner, filled with old video games and random cords, while a pile of laundry had resigned itself to the chair in front of his desk. The air was heavy with the soft buzz of a floo...Read more