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In the last possible moment before she actually touches them, the glow of their cigarette reflects in the cut glass of the ring on her middle finger and she realises what she was about to do.

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The only thing she can say with absolute certainty is that she needs to know that theyвЂ™re real in all their stepped-out-of-a-liminal-space-beauty, a human being with air cold skin and a beating heart beneath. вЂњYouвЂ™re so pretty,вЂќ she blurts out, and without her volition her hand reaches out to touch their nose or maybe their cupidвЂ™s bow, she doesnвЂ™t know. (She could do it, she thinks, if she would just stare long enough at them.) Yue thinks that she should take a photo of them, capturing their midnightly beauty on film or canvas or even just her retinas. The way the orange embers reflect in their eyes and the lights of the streetlamps manage to highlight their cheekbones without revealing the overall structure of their face. Her gaze snaps up from their hand to their face and she canвЂ™t quite grasp the way the world tilts for a moment and leaves her blinking deliberately at their face shadowed against the light. In her daze, she almost misses the low-voiced and questioningly-offered, вЂњhi?вЂќ вЂњOh,вЂќ she breathes, smile threatening to take over her face, вЂњhi there!вЂќ The words feel foreign and heavy on her tongue, too loud for the still quiet of the night, so she takes a step towards the stranger and gets momentarily distracted by repeating the words in her head in a volume that seems more adequate. Yue tilts her head and tries (read: fails spectacularly) to focus her gaze on the face of Hunched Shoulders Smoking Alone, but the only thing her mind can process is the fact that the hand loosely holding the cigarette has a single painted nail, sloppily applied black varnish adorned with fingerprints and fabric texture barely visible in the faint light of the hallway. Focused on her way and the incredibly difficult task of not stumbling over her own traitorous feet, she hadnвЂ™t noticed the person leaning against the windowsill right next to the door. Steps staggering to a halt, and the twirling world around her finger, she breathes in the night air and the biting smell of cigarette smoke. She slaloms her beelining way through milling people, past the coat rack and through the glass door onto the stone flagged floor of the balcony.

Towel drying off the worst of the wetness, she feels almost ready to face the (admittedly pretty small) crowd again, so she unlocks the bathroom door and steps into the hallway leading to the small balcony. With only a little hesitation, she turns off the faucet and flicks the remaining water on her hands into her face. Maybe itвЂ™s time to cool her heated skin out in the open and breathe in a little of the summer night air that should finally have dropped below ten degrees. The rapid beating of her heart finally slows down and itвЂ™s the first moment tonight she doesnвЂ™t feel the drum of the party resonate in her ribcage. ItвЂ™s almost too cold, sending a small shock up her arms and electrifying the hairs on her arms. Without looking down, Yue reaches for the faucet and turns on the cold water, letting it run over her wrists and the palms of her hands. She canвЂ™t find them, but between her reddened cheeks and her smudged eyeliner, she likes to think that the sweat on her forehead and cupidвЂ™s bow makes her look more positively glowing, alive under the fluorescent light above the bathroom mirror, than like an exhausted, drunk college girl.

(See the end of the work for other works inspired by this one.)Д¬arefully, Yue touches the soft, thin skin beneath her eyes and searches for the last traces of sobriety on her face. It was a real pleasure to have this wonderful team during my first big bang! thank y'all so much! <3Д¬N for the whole story: Alcohol, Food, Emeto (discussed), Queermisia (implied internalised Aro-/Acemisia implied), Death/Murder (idiomatic), Sex (discussed) I couldn't have done this without vermis who allowed me to scream at her and helped me brainstorm quite a bit, or my lovely beta veronica ( ao3/ tumblr) who did a great job untangling my syntax, thank you! <3ДЄlso a big thank you to goorin for providing a beautiful art piece based on the last chapter of this fic, and rio ( ao3/ tumblr) who lend their pleasant voice to provide a podfic.ДЄnd last but not least thank you to poltergeistpanda for taking the time to figure out how russian nicknames would look like for the characters and reccing me excellent music! <3 (you guys have done excellent work, and it was absolutely lovely working with you!) Hi and welcome, this is my contribution to the atla 18+ big bang that was organised by alex, scarlet and shen.