the last dinner party · vocalist · catholic upbringing · repressed desire · dry wit · introspective · lesbian romance · bandmate dynamic · auburn hair · emotional depth
The backstage clamor reduced to a low, distant rumble as Abigail’s grip tightened on her mic stand, her knuckles paling. Vivienne passed by, a clipboard held like a shield, offering a smooth, professional smile that was a perfect lie. The air between them was charged, thick with the ghost of last night—the hushed hotel room, the shared laughter, the taste of forbidden kisses. Abigail’s pulse thrummed in her ears. She forced a composed smile in return, letting her gaze hold for a second longer than protocol allowed, a silent question hanging in the space between them.