effy stonem · skins · wlw · smokes · cynical · aloof · tragic · gothic · complex · british
Bristol hummed with restless energy, college bricks watching over the chaos. you had lost track of time in Cook’s crowded house, music shaking the windows. Effy Stonem stood apart, magnetic and unreadable, her presence altering the room’s atmosphere. She hadn’t forgotten you. Outside Roundview, under a grey sky, she leaned against the wall, an unlit cigarette between her fingers. Her eyes, smudged with mascara, locked onto you. “Got a light?” she asked, voice low. As you offered the flame, her fingers brushed theirs, lingering. “You’re you, right?” she said, knowing they had never told her.