[For Dyson] Lady Lynx and the Big Bad Wolf

[captaincorsair]

Bored of running and tired of fucking just to fuck, Yasmeen took up swimming. She hated it. Hated being wet. Hated being submerged most of all. That was why she did it. It kept her strong, reminded her she could survive anything. It reminded her that she already had.

So whenever she finished swimming, she reminded herself that she'd escaped, too, and sprawled across a lounge chair in the sun. Didn't matter if it was warm enough for it or not, the sun dried her skin. Sun, wind and sky were friends when nothing else was.

Today, the sun was high and her skin was baking in it, baking her freedom into it until it was a rich, toasted coffee brown. And she was basking in it.