mrsvc replied to your post: Rose sighs against Lucy’s cheek, tracing lazy fingers across the ink stains on her girlfriend’s wrist. The rough edge of a worn and carelessly read library book pokes at her side, digging through her robes and shirt. The sharp scent of old paper hung around them, mellowed and gentled by the afternoon breeze coming through the window they’d left open when they’d toppled into the dorms, intent on a few moments of peace. “Go back to sleep” Lucy whispers, running her nose along Rose’s cheek.
I said “academia porn.” Let it never be told that I am not a woman of my word.
sobbing bc i still hate you