#e.nye1989

[emiller]

n.y.e looks — 1989

[emiller]

⇝ @gideonstjames​​ ⇝ 𝖆 𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊

It was reaching the point of the night in which Em was ready to slip away. She had lost Richard to some social climbing chatter, a desire that they didn’t share. A few flutes of champagne deep and finished her exploring, she has ended up on the balcony cigarette between her teeth. It was cold but she didn’t mind, sometimes the hum of a party reminded her too closely of the voices in her head. She turns every which direction in an attempt to shield herself from the wind that keeps putting out her light. Right when it seems to light, she looks to see the other in front of her. She smiles warmly at Gideon before pulling the cigarette out of her mouth. “What a coincidence— if you’re here for the secret of a perfect serve I won’t tell you,”