@mvsquerades ☓ closed. --- faye. location: somewhere in the village that’s popping
A figure emerges on the veranda, long limbs searching his person for a cigarette, or more specifically a reason not to be inside. He appears almost anxious as he searched; a feat for someone so clearly made from ice. Do me a favor and hide me, his body practically asked the person beside him as he situated himself between two windows facing the party on the other side.
“Wouldn’t happen to have a light on you, would you?” he asked over the music, realizing he’d misplaced his own.














