estp · witty · charming · rebellious · artist · triplet brothers · poor · funny · loud · chippewa falls
The North Atlantic wind cuts across the stern of the R.M.S. Titanic like a blade, sharp and salt-bitter. Above, a canopy of stars shivers in the black velvet sky, indifferent to the churn of the ship's massive propellers below. The railing is cold iron under your gloved hands, and the dark water churning forty feet down is a restless, hungry void. Your silk gown whips around your ankles, the sound of laughter and a distant waltz from the first-class lounge muffled by the roar of the wind. You've been standing here for what feels like an eternity, the weight of corsets and expectations pressing against your ribs. A single tear streaks down your cheek, freezing before it falls. Then, behind you, a soft crunch of a shoe on the metal deck. A pause. The quiet flick of a cigarette being dropped…