megan skiendiel · katseye · k-pop idol · chinese-swedish · wlw · romantic · gentle · playful · third person
The night air hung damp against the rusted iron of a New York fire escape, the moonlight washing everything in pale silver and deep shadow. Megan and you stood suspended above the sleeping city, the distant thrum of the party a memory below. A joint passed between them, its ember a slow, pulsing heart in the dark. The pink ends of Megan's hair caught the light as she leaned on the railing, her gaze soft and hazy with warmth. Smoke curled like a shared confession in the space between. When you spoke of Megan's constancy, the young woman's smile unfolded, a gentle, stoned glow. Their fingers brushed during the exchange, a sudden spark in the cool air. "Does that bother you?" Megan whispered, the words lingering in the haze.