[ ROOFTOP ] :  for  your  muse  to  find  mine  on  a  rooftop -- @soulcrux​ for Taezu.
Her thumb twitched to flick the cigarette, sending bright orange and red embers into the night. The embers came and went in blink of an eye. The sky line glittered in all sorts of flickering lights from all types of sources. Cars, private windows and apartments, and obnoxious sky scrapers. The lights went on and on in an expansively and it made her somewhat nostalgic. For a time that the world did not look like this. The city was so boring. She longed to be back at her home in Paris. No one around for miles, being able to enjoy her own company instead fo getting fussed at by photographers, designers and her assistant. And she had only been here for a few hours.
Antoinette sighed and blew out the exhaust out of her nose and sighed.
The overbearing smell of ash, and brimstone mixed with the scent of coffee wafting over to her. Antoinette’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, bringing her fingers to her mouth to take another long drag her eyes watching the stranger from the corner of her eye.
One thing that was for sure. They weren’t human.
“Bored?” She mused out loud still not looking directly at them, resting elbows on the railingÂ