#enheriter

[nephoetisms]

「 ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ @enheriter 」

Angelina considered herself to be a very empathetic person. She could place herself in other people's shoes and realize when they were dealt shitty cards in life. Especially when it came to other women and feminine presenting people. However, there were times when she couldn't allow herself to empathize with some people. People who were so privileged and entitled in life that their problems seemed so insignificant and damn near nonexistent that she couldn't help but laugh or scoff whenever they brought them up. And that was how her dynamic with Soundarya went, for the most part.

"You do remember who you're complaining to, right?" Angel cut her off mid sentence, her face twisting up into an expression of slight disdain. "If you need money, why don't you sell those shoes you're wearing?" She nodded down in the direction of Soundarya's feet, which were hidden by the table that sat at in one of Angel's favorite diners in Queens. If Soundarya was going to be hanging out with her, she would have to frequent that places she frequented; and whenever she complained, Angel would tell her the same thing - it wasn't like she could afford anything better at the moment anyway.

[saltkissed]

location: palace gardens — the garden party.

with: @enheriter — aloysius.

nadir is not quite sure if aversion or inclination should be the appropriate reaction to seeing the duke of oxford standing alone in the middle of the party—a hedge of flowers framing him in the backdrop. fight, or flight. his lips move before he can think better of it. "do you smell that?" he asks. a hand gestures toward the flowers. a deep inhale follows. there's a shadow of a mocking smile when he meets the duke's eyes. "wild honey smells of freedom. but gold smells of nothing."