Stranger Labyrinth
So, on the subject of ‘things i finished a while back and needed to post,’ this is Part Two of this thing. It’s basically shippy nonsense and discussion of how Sarah Williams is a weird motherfucker.
“So who’s Sarah?” Jonathan asked after they’d eaten dinner—just takeout, because they were both feeling particularly lazy. He was toying with the folded bit of notebook paper with Sarah’s number on it, curious, and Nancy smiled as she dropped the last few dishes they’d used into the drying rack. She padded over, barefoot with her hair loose around her shoulders, and settled herself in his lap without so much as an ‘as you please’. He wrapped his arms around her snugly and tucked her back against his chest, his chin hooked over her shoulder like a little boy.
“Sarah,” Nancy said, reaching out to play with the paper herself, “is the girl who recited Der Erlkonig in its original German. She’s a freshman and she’s…odd.”
