* a closed starter for @ofsamuels !
context : imogen’s living room in her spacious penthouse suite .
“ so , like ... what are your thoughts on galaxies ? ” glossed lips purse in anticipation of sam’s answer , leaning forward on her plush sofa . “ i know that sounds super out of the blue , but i think i have a cover concept for my next single , and i obvi value your esteemed artistic opinion ... ” manicured hands move around for emphasis as she speaks . it never truly ends with her . always talking . always me , me , me . palms raise up a little , “ picture this , alright ? me . giant me just standing there ... probably in those alexander wang thigh highs i have . you know , the faux - leather ones ? ” getting a little off topic there , imogen , “ oh my god , and like , super long ponytail ... you know the vibes . ” she nods , “ but anyways : me and like a galaxy swirling around my waist . like i’m wearing it like a skirt , or like , i dunno , a hula hoop . ” hands come up to tuck her hair behind her ears , “ what do you think of that ? ”