Apr 18, 2020
@colefm !
“you drove here with purpose, mister buckingham,” cecilia hummed, glancing around her as the slight wind brought a flush to her pale cheeks — finally not permanently sun-stained that way; she’d learned the miracles of sun cream at last after so long in new york, but who could blame her ? she’d spent the rest of her life between two countries that were perpetually gloomy and wet ( and that’s applicable to their attitudes too, some of the time ) and hadn’t thusly been blessed by much experience with the flaming ball of death in the new york city sky — and fixed the collar of her shirt, eyes sparking with electric curiosity, “so tell me, do you know where we are or was all of that purpose a lie?”
