๐๐:๐๐๐ฉ๐ฆ, east of 75014 paris, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐: stood by the catacombs. back draped with a แตแถคแตสฐแต แตแถคแตแตสณ สฒแตแถแตแตแต of a leather material, it rests itself against a concrete wall decorated with the frozen mist from the fog that surrounds the city this late at night. you'd think from the excessive running and the need to stay unseen and succumbed within the shadows, she would adhere to what's needed for her survival, "๐๐พ๐พ๐ ๐บ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ ๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐ ๐ป๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐" just like bryce instructed: ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐จ๐ฆ. instead, she slips a cigarette between velvets, a slight แตแถคแถฐแตแต แตแถ สณแตแตแตแต fading from the few sips of wine she had with her delicious room service or rather, lack of. the butt of it is lit with a metal lighter, inhaling a puff slowly to enjoy the little moments in life. the way it climbs down her throat into her lungs, starts a wildfire of hunger & disobedience. it almost makes her แตแตหกแตแถฐแถสฐแตหกแถคแถ for a few minutes, the sudden rush of loneliness deepening the pit in her stomach where she can't help but choke, a raspy clear of her throat allowing her to prevent herself from coughing. ( ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ญ. i can't even cough without fearing that i'll be seen. who would've thought i'd get this vain? ) first inhale, second inhale, third inhale: combat boots find themselves kicking at the dirt.
๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, and something deep within her is telling her she's not going to show: in lara's mind, the hastings sister has probably seen the news, read a few issues of ๐ฑ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐๐ฒ๐ซ๐ข ๐ก๐ข ๐ญ๐๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฐ over the past day and a half and realised her ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐ is now a fugitive and so, harbouring one wouldn't be the greatest แตแตแต to her transcript. not once has it entered her mind that this could be a coup, and there could be danger of lara's location being revealed, but there is the looming doubt that this very well could be a bust: the thought almost makes her sick, so she raises her chin, flicks the cigarette, and begins her escape with an exhale. until lights blare, a vespa pulls up, and she hears the sound of a ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ of click-clacking heels. @hastinge.
โโ ๐ข was beginning to suspect that you สทแตสณแตแถฐ'แต going to show. funny that, seeing as i'm ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ the one who's late. โโ she can't help but pull her into a deep hug, for it's the first time she's seen a แถ สณแถคแตแถฐแตหกสธ แถ แตแถแต since the entire murder scandal. she pulls away finally with a sense of hesitation, like she's embarrassed that she's bared her teeth so early in their meeting, mind occupied with the possibility that spencer could be thinking she's guilty so the hug was entirely inappropriate, ๐ป๐๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐๐พ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐ ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐๐พ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐บ๐๐๐๐พ๐. โโ sorry. what a ๐ฃ๐ฒ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ก๐๐ถ i'm having, right? โโ
