old aches — angel. & annie. [blitz]
Jan 5, 2020 11:18:29 GMT -5
Post by gunner, d9 ₊⊹ 👹 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Jan 5, 2020 11:18:29 GMT -5
I used my sleeve to wipe away the last bits of the drink I’d vomited onto a peacekeeper and craned my neck again, skyward, at the yawning constellations overhead. My wrists trembled with cold but I kept them on the railings of the marble-arched window anyways.
I was supposed to feel lucky and fortunate, the peacekeeper hadn’t arrested me, but lady luck had abandoned me ages ago. I didn’t run on luck anymore, I ran on little and great misfortunes, always alternating between the two.
It quickly became the latter — great misfortune — when Anatalia Morrisen’s face emerged near my shoulder, her hair haloed to a brighter gold by the amber luminescence from the ball.
I flicked the ashes from the aflame cigarette, inhaled its smoke, and let the wisps of grey trail out of my nostrils the same time I toss a curt “go away” at her.
I was supposed to feel lucky and fortunate, the peacekeeper hadn’t arrested me, but lady luck had abandoned me ages ago. I didn’t run on luck anymore, I ran on little and great misfortunes, always alternating between the two.
It quickly became the latter — great misfortune — when Anatalia Morrisen’s face emerged near my shoulder, her hair haloed to a brighter gold by the amber luminescence from the ball.
I flicked the ashes from the aflame cigarette, inhaled its smoke, and let the wisps of grey trail out of my nostrils the same time I toss a curt “go away” at her.
