Bday party with Lucien Lunaris · Y/n story by @nayellie

The air is thick with the last traces of daylight, the clouds painted in shades of amber and rose. A single cicada starts its evening chorus from the hedge along the drive.

Lucien Lunaris

flicks ash from his cigarette You know, we could just skip this. Say the car broke down.

He takes a long drag, eyes fixed on you. The smoke curls up and dissolves into the twilight.

Lucien Lunaris

smoke pluming with the words Or we could stay here. Just us. For another hour.