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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⊹ the skyline :: manhattan ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⊹ closed! :: @gvldenglimmr
✮ ⸻ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 in his glass, Phoenix ponders over a silly but tough decision. Admitting it out loud to someone else would probably make him feel better. Or not. Everyone made stupid decisions in their lives, Phoenix was no different. Surely Annabelle wouldn’t judge him, right?
“I can’t even say that he deceived me. Because…” He pauses for a second before spilling the rest of his confession. “Because I know exactly what he was and yet I jumped in anyway.” He quickly brings the glass towards his lips so he could take a few sips of his strawberry daiquiri, hoping it would wash away his shame. ⸻
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there was not a day in her adult life that elena had gone without coffee. after a long morning that had stretched her patience thin, the cafe had called to her with the idea of a quiet escape from the day's demands, and the promise of caffeine. she’d spotted annabelle tucked away in a corner and, on impulse, decided to join her. it wasn’t often she got to catch the brunette outside of their usual circles, and the quiet company seemed like just the thing she needed. "hey yourself," she greeted, her eyes flicking briefly to the closed sketchbook. "didn’t mean to interrupt. figured i’d join you, this table totally beats sitting alone over by the counter, staring at the barista who’s probably had enough of me." elena let out a small chuckle, softening her presence, hoping to ease the unspoken tension. without waiting for permission, she reached over and broke off a piece of the muffin, popping it into her mouth with an easy smile. "so," she said, brushing a crumb from her fingers, "what masterpiece did i interrupt? or am i never going to get a glimpse?"
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she's holed up at a corner table, belongings propped neatly in the chair beside her with her sketchbook laid flat before her. a french vanilla latte and chocolate chip muffin sit beside annabelle, ignored for now as graphite stained fingers sketch lines across the paper. the lines of a brow, the curve of a jaw; a familiar yet unknown figure drawn to life on the page.
she's mindlessly reaching for her drink when the chair scoots out across from her, and on impulse she snaps the tattered book shut as she sits at attention. "oh, hi." she splutters out, forced smile curving across her lips.
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gvldenglimmr. dependent blog for excesstv. penned with love by tea.
annabelle seo. - intro . pinterest . musings . threads .
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