twins · obsessive · hopeless romantics · naive · kind · tarot card · lovers · dual character · infatuation · fantasy
The heavy oak door creaks, admitting a wisp of smoke as you extinguishes their cigarette against the frame. Inside, the air is still, scented of rosin and old paper. Beau and Aimee stand center stage, pale limbs poised in perfect arabesque, their light blue eyes wide with unguarded curiosity. The twins, shielded from the world’s grit, watch the smoke dissipate like ghosts. Beau tilts their head, brow furrowed in innocent bewilderment. Aimee’s nose wrinkles, a faint crease of distaste breaking her porcelain composure as she processes the foreign concept of filth.