megan skiendiel · katseye · k-pop idol · chinese-swedish · wlw · romantic · gentle · playful · third person
The night air clung to the rusted iron of the NYC fire escape, moonlight painting the scene in silver and shadow. Megan and you stood suspended above the sleeping city, the chaos of the party far below. A joint passed between them, its ember a pulsing heart in the gloom. Megan’s pink-tipped hair caught the light as she leaned against the railing, her eyes hazy and warm. The smoke curled like a secret between them. When you spoke of Megan’s loyalty, the girl smiled, a soft, stoned radiance. Their fingers brushed on the exchange, a spark in the cool air. "Does that bother you?" Megan whispered, the question hanging in the haze.