💌 @ripheart (Rivet) sent: "I think the storms gonna pass us" (Enjin) | POLTERGEIST (1982) PROMPTS (always accepting!)
AUREATE EYES scan the horizon from behind the lenses of binoculars. The storm's projected trajectory reads as if at worst, the East Ward will be grazed. However, Enjin is not entirely convinced by this conjecture. Trash storms are volatile, unpredictable phenomena. "Bup bup bup—" He interjects, his index finger sailing in front of her lips "Don't jinx it."
His coat billows, rippling in a stray breeze kicked free from the supercell. Not one to belabor the point, his torso twists toward her. Arms unfurl then reconfigure. They float in the air around her as if impeded by a barrier unseen. Both hands brace the binoculars and guide them in front of her eyes. "You miiiiight have spoken too soon."
