★[ rhiannon ]★ ☆ ✰ (nightcurse) wrote in nybynightic, @ 2020-09-11 20:03:00 |
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The final upshot of dusk shed limply over the city. It scattered along the concrete jungle, flashed like electric petals. Night was breaking its magnificent fever, it’s hopeless romance with humidity. Her hair was so fucking thankful for this breakup. How can anybody enjoy wandering around outside in a heavy stack of heat, weighed down by water particles or whatever the fuck humidity is? She googled it a long time ago, when the sudden decision was made that she cared. She cared to know why the flushed blood glow burst of her hair lost all luster in a nightly sprawl of warmth. But now, autumn is peeking in, cold and inviting. And all this exciting new drama to immerse herself in like a honeyed goat milk bath. Why, it was the best idea she’d ever had to ditch Percy! Who was likely slumped in some rathole of a studio, listening to an audiobook while weeping. It had also been a grand idea to rip apart all those idiots in Hollywood forever ago with Ariel, because it had eventually lead to her becoming hound here in New York. Which, may not be the prettiest label, but we digress. Anyway, this was a bad side of town, frigid with malcontents, but neither Claudia nor Garnet are punkrock babies in silver studs and torn fishnets, no lapels smothered in halloween pins. They are carefully put together. Mindfully choosing to be on this side of town. Because what could go wrong? The abandoned building was enormous, a once thriving apartment complex, ominous under a waning crescent. The musical pulse of the teeming party trembled through the ground. The attendees a mixture of kindred and food. Hopefully, the food is on a lot of drugs, so that she can suck them dry and be on a neon, candy cloud for a few days. “Garnet,” she purred to her partner in crime, “Shall we explore this heap of shit? Perhaps, the basement? I heard that it’s haunted.” not that she believes that, but… |