@itsnotpatsyâ asked: [ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.
itâs a whole new perspective to see trish in a new light. broad day, a lunch date, so she told herself, with no masks, gear, thugs, or cops involved. as of right now, theyâre normal. just like everyone else passing them by on the street; normal to the naked eye. itâs nice. comfortable. a life anastasia wish she could have had if things turned out different.
trish always had better taste when it came to places to eat, wine and dine herself, anastasia just happened to be tagging along. trish looking beautiful as always, no matter how casual she may dress, there would always be something ever so elegant about her. bundling herself up in her coat, reaching up to adjust her beanie with the wind biting and nipping at her cheeks, she let out a tired huff. tall people, theyâre exhausting to keep up with, and now theyâve got stairs to tread upwards through. this food better be killer, patsy.
when trish offers her hand, it catches anastasia off guard.
a pause, paired with a blink as gust of hot air clouded her vision of trish. sheâs just being nice. but also knowing you, youâd trip from wanting to race up the stairs. youâre not being tracked, youâre not being followed, you can breathe.
  cue a gentle smile as a gloved hand rested in trishâs, a hesitant step onto the first of many. smiling relaxing into a smirk, anastasia couldnât resist a chuckle. â you that worried i was gonna trip? weâre not all as balanced as you. but thank you. â
breathing is so weird. so weird. you havenât ever understood this. you donât know how to live a comfortable life. you donât know how to smile or laugh without looking over your shoulder. you donât know how to be around or with someone without constantly being hounded by cameras. but there are no cameras here. in a place like hudson yards? no one tracking you. or her. you can live in this quiet crowd-- does that make sense? (no. it doesnât. and itâs stressing you out. but you can disappear into this-- you both can.)
the structure is huge. brand new. glinting in the sun. way tall. youâre so glad you both like heights and donât mind them.
âi still fall on my face just as much as the rest of you,â itâs a little huff-- a little grace kelly huff, or a scoff a little like audrey hepburnâs throughout-- throughout-- my fairy lady. the airâs a little puff of white, clouds drifting out of your mouth and then up and away. winter in new york is nothing if not beautiful. and maybe itâs a little bitter cold to be out in this, but somehow itâs perfect. âi promise the exercise will be worth it. chefâs table at belcampo worth it.â if thatâs a little too platinum spoon for her taste-- you didnât think that through.
âi canât stay still for the life of me so i thought we could both use a little cardio on the way to sample the whole dessert menu,â as-if, on you part, but you bet sheâll appreciate it.