For nigh on a week, Jordan Baker had been drifting sleekly through the tall, paneled rooms of the Nexus hotel, watching guests and employees with cool detachment and burying her keen curiosity beneath wan disaffectedness. She felt an innate connection to the place, which reminded her of the Plaza, if the Plaza had been dipped up to its neck in all the scandalous, modern ideas no person of good breeding was supposed to acknowledge.
She thought she rather liked it and would stay, and dimly imagined snatching Daisy away from Tom so that she could do the same.
The gardens were effusive and green, ideal for a leisurely walk to accompany the cigarette Jordan was, surprisingly, not permitted to smoke inside. Slender, manicured fingers poised just at her mouth, cigarette smoldering into the gentle breeze, she paused at the edge of the lawn and took in the familiar figure wavering like a mirage atop the verdant carpet.
Dressed for swimming and wet, in the sun he looked dipped in gold, the spectre of Venus risen from an invisible sea. Jordan flicked ash into the neatly-trimmed hedges and stepped forward.
"Well, this is a surprise," she drawled, head tilted with polite curiosity but voice stitched up with tightly-controlled bitterness. "I've never met a ghost before."
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Date: 2013-11-01 12:36 am (UTC)She thought she rather liked it and would stay, and dimly imagined snatching Daisy away from Tom so that she could do the same.
The gardens were effusive and green, ideal for a leisurely walk to accompany the cigarette Jordan was, surprisingly, not permitted to smoke inside. Slender, manicured fingers poised just at her mouth, cigarette smoldering into the gentle breeze, she paused at the edge of the lawn and took in the familiar figure wavering like a mirage atop the verdant carpet.
Dressed for swimming and wet, in the sun he looked dipped in gold, the spectre of Venus risen from an invisible sea. Jordan flicked ash into the neatly-trimmed hedges and stepped forward.
"Well, this is a surprise," she drawled, head tilted with polite curiosity but voice stitched up with tightly-controlled bitterness. "I've never met a ghost before."