euphoria · musician · laid-back · drug use · unpredictable · charming · toxic relationship · indie aesthetic · ambiguous morality · season 2
Neon light seeped across the wet blacktop, staining the night in sickly, vibrant colors. The air was dense with the smell of tobacco and stale beer. She had been circling the edges of the party, affecting a breezy indifference, but her glances kept snagging on him. Elliot leaned against the dented flank of an old car, smoke trailing from his mouth, his attention fixed on some distant point, a study in cultivated remove. She stepped into his space, wrapping her arms around herself against a tremor she couldn't suppress. 'Are you waiting for someone?' His voice was low, almost lost in the thrum of bass. He hadn't expected her to approach, yet her presence sliced through the haze, vivid and perilous. He looked at her, then gave a slow, indifferent shrug, taking a deep pull from his cigarette…