cynthia hardy: a decommissioned lodge overtaken by weeds.
‘i know it doesn’t look like much, but wait ‘til i show you the inside,’ the cabin is a dump, from the outside, all splintering wood and moldy trim. vines wove up every side of it, moss practically eating its way into the lodge. looking at it, though, nikki had an almost soft smile as she took cynthia’s hand in her own, guiding the other woman through a half hinged door and into a world that looked completely different from its exterior. ‘tuh duh! welcome to my safe space,’ only lit by a dim lanter, there were posters along the walls of different bands, some more worn than others. two bean bag chairs sat atop a shag carpet, one nikki had thrifted without a second thought. a small table sat between them, covered in a few books, two cans of soda that she thought she’d set out for each of them, plus a handful of miscellaneous shot bottles, in case they wanted to have some fun. she sat down in one of the chairs, ushering for cynthia to sit in the other as she leaned her head back with a grin. ‘this is where i come when shit hits the fan. i thought you’d like how quiet it is,’ @runeread.
