@damnmechanic 4/5 and it’s angst o’clock :D
even a shower long enough to drain the griffin’s hot water heater can’t wash the orange jumpsuit-stain from her skin. her wrist still feel chaffed, her mind more irritated than her skin by the memory of shackles, of being chained.
she’s worth every bit of it.
❛ raven? ❜
she hates that her voice cracks on her name, hates that her hands hesitate to reach for the flare of her girlfriend’s waist. she wants the warmth of her hug, doesn’t want to ask for a soft touch, but three nights on a cold hard cot leaves her yearning for something that feels a little more like home.
❛ can i...? ❜ her hands gesture vaguely, uncomfortable with the tremble threatening at her fingertips.