“theres gotta be worse, right?” he said with a laugh, but it was true, its not like his smoking was hurting anyone. besides himself that is. “ah yeas, i forgot just how competitive you truly are. although, i can muster up all the stubbornness i have just to see the look on your face when you lose.” he smirked at the girl who was now sitting next to him. “if im so expendable to you, you wouldn’t have sat down. besides, hypothetically, i would just want another cigarette. i’m out and i don’t feel like heading to the store to buy more.”
“ i can think of half a dozen examples just within my family . ” she commented dryly . “ father says some people are meant to win in life . ” a sarcastic laugh came out of red lips . “ i’ve always thought i was one of those , but who knows . ” rolling her eyes , esme took out a pack of cigarettes from her small purse , handing them over to carson . “ well, i guess we all have our flaws . like smoking and actually enjoying other people’s company . now give me a light before i go completely insane . ”
adrianna had secretly been dreading coming back to whitton . back to the stares nd whispers and questions about carmen and the case . “ is there something on my face ? “ she asked someone who had their eyes trained on her .
“ do you want the answer or should i play nice ? ” esme’s words were cold , though not utterly devoid of humor . she was also a target of the irksome stares , after all . “ we both know why they’re starring , old sport . it has nothing to do with your mildly pretty face . ”
“oh, please, this is my first one today.” he said defensively, although, he has been known to chain smoke before and doubts that just because he spent the summer pretty much cigarette free, that now his lungs are in peak condition. “y’know, i would like to see you try and sweet talk me into it.” he teased, he pulled out his red lighter out and asked, “what will i gain if i let you use this?”
" oh trust me , i’m not one to judge another’s bad habits , old sport . ” still playing with her cigarette, esme sat next to carson, staring idly into the horizon . “ is that a challenge ? i’m not one to lose . ” some would even question if the world was part of her vocabulary . “ you know i could very well just go look for someone else with a couple matches, right ? ” a smile tugged her lips upwards . “ but what do you want , hypothetically ? ”
he flicked the ash from the cigarette and shook his head, “me? nope. Don’t know what coulda gave you the idea that i would.” he looked back to looked back to his book and creased the page it was on before closing it, “what even is that?”
“ you just have the looks of a chronic smoker , i guess . ” esme smiled, not really showing her teeth . “ mostly nicotine and paper , though i’m pretty sure you are aware of that . now will you please borrow me your lighter ? or will i have to sweet talk you into it ? ”
carson flipped through the pages of his worn book, trying to find the page he had left off on the night before with a cigarette poking out of his mouth. He had tried to quit the nasty habit over the course of the summer break but alas, old habits die hard. the sun that had been shining on him had suddenly disappeared causing him to look up at the reason, or better yet, person behind the current lack of vitamin D, “can i help you?” he asked, aggravated that he was being bothered.
she rolled her eyes , twirling a cigarette — french , and more expensive than any cigarette had the right to be — in her perfectly manicured fingers . “ do you have a lighter , old sport ? ”
𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒𝒹𝓎 — it looks like ESME WRIGHT is late to class once again . how do they expect to get their degree in PERFORMING ARTS by skipping class ? it’s a wonder that they made it to their SENIOR year . then again , i heard that they were INTELLIGENT which may give them a pass with professors , but they are also RUTHLESS so maybe not . all i know is that they remind me of STAGE MAKEUP RUINED BY TEARS, TORN PIECES OF POETRY, PLAYING WITH MATCHES so watch out . oh look , SHE just walked in ! [ kennedy mcmann, cisfemale, twenty three ]
from the basics.
name: esme wright
nicknames: essie, red
age: twenty three
hogwarts house: slytherin
sexuality: pansexual
pinterest ! !
the whole world’s a stage
no one could really blame esme for growing up with a superiority complex when everything around her convinced that she was, in fact, better than most people. the wrights had always been untouchable, living in their fancy house with their perfect family. cold and distant, perhaps, but esme never cared about that. she had jacob, and that’s all she really needed as far as human connection.
esme and jacob were almost glued to each other. in their first years of kindergarten, they refused to talk to anyone besides the teacher and each other, not even looking at the other children, when they were twelve, they made up a whole secret language, which they used for gossiping and freaking out their friends.
college, however, is a time for changes. the twins never really drifted apart, probably couldn’t even if they wanted to. but with different schedules, goals and even friends, esme started being known as something else than the girl with the twin brother. a major bitch, for starters.
esme always gets what she wants. it used to be a fact of life, as true as the presence of her brother. she is cold and ruthless, rarely allowing herself to show any kind of emotionality. if you want to see esme wright cry, you better pay for a ticket of her play.
seeing jacob, bloodied and unmoving, is something esme will never forget. the wrights have spend the last few months in paris, trying to grieve and get away from the nosy journalists and family friends. but now that esme is back at whitton, she is afraid something within her may be broken forever. and she always threw away broken toys.
extras.
funnily enough, esme has a tendency to be cast as ingénues. she can weep and act innocent better than anyone else on a stage.
poetry is the only way esme allows herself to be emotionally vulnerable. it’s something she used to share with jacob, both of them coming up with silly rhymes or sonnets.
she always smoke, expensive french cigarettes. since jacob’s death, however, is almost impossible to see esme without smoke coming out of her lips.
she hates the color yellow.
likes to think she would be a president if she wasn’t so good at acting and is not compeltely wrong.
wanted connections.
someone who is trying to help her work through her anger and grief, though esme probably wouldn’t be very welcoming to that at first.
enemies! people who despise esme and are equally despised by her.
poetry buddies. someone with whom she talks about her favorite poets and shares snippets of her own work.
fuck buddies, one night stands and all of that. esme has a bit of a reputation for sleeping around, one that is 100% true.
