Thank you. [Her eyes linger as he offers her a smoke of her own, grass rustling with every step as she closes the distance between them, advancing close enough to reach one arm forward, her fingers brushing over his to withdraw a cigarette.
In the ensuing silence, she places her cigarette to the smoldering end of his, watching the tobacco begin to burn, setting hers aflame. She closes her eyes for just a fleeting moment, inhaling deeply, and casts another glance to the farthest corner of the garden—but no one comes. In this moment, they're all alone.]
Business, at a party?
[It sounds like a terrible combination. What work, besides, could be conducted at a celebration? Not that it is any business of hers—sinister phone calls, voices without faces to place them to, all of which made her shudder at the mere thought. Ignorance as bliss, and as such, she chooses not to inquire further.]
I don't believe we've been introduced. [She offers her unoccupied hand to him, heavy with the weight of the diamond on her ring. Shadows of tree branches stretch across the white of her skin, darkness against pale tones, but there is a more distinct discoloration: a healing bruise on her finger, beneath the silver wedding band.]
no subject
In the ensuing silence, she places her cigarette to the smoldering end of his, watching the tobacco begin to burn, setting hers aflame. She closes her eyes for just a fleeting moment, inhaling deeply, and casts another glance to the farthest corner of the garden—but no one comes. In this moment, they're all alone.]
Business, at a party?
[It sounds like a terrible combination. What work, besides, could be conducted at a celebration? Not that it is any business of hers—sinister phone calls, voices without faces to place them to, all of which made her shudder at the mere thought. Ignorance as bliss, and as such, she chooses not to inquire further.]
I don't believe we've been introduced. [She offers her unoccupied hand to him, heavy with the weight of the diamond on her ring. Shadows of tree branches stretch across the white of her skin, darkness against pale tones, but there is a more distinct discoloration: a healing bruise on her finger, beneath the silver wedding band.]
Daisy Buchanan.