moondust

will give me just enough to bury my love in the m o o n d u s t, ———— i long to hear your VOICE, but still i make the choice to bury my love in the moondust . . . nothing can breathe in the space; colder than the d a r k e s t SEA. i have dreams about the days driving through y o u r ———

[alcxandras]

bastillexian:

“i know that it was one hundred percent yellow,” ian nodded with a grin, butterflies going crazy in his tummy at the sight of her blush and when she squeezed his hand. it was another of these moments where ian completly forgot that they weren’t alone, and another time he could see himself leaning down to kiss alex, hopefully make her blush even more and at the thought of it all ian had to look away, feeling his own blush creep up his neck. 

he looked up when will came back with the keys in hand, giving each pair their own and his heart dropped when henoticed there was only one left for both alex and him. one look at kyle and he knew that it was definitely not a mistake, and judging by the fake innocent smile on his best friends’ lips he didn’t bother booking a room with two beds,and was very proud of himself for that too.

he wasn’t sure what to say, he could offer to have nadya switch with him so she and alex could share a room and kyle and himself, but he also didn’t want to make alex think that he didn’t want to share rooms with her for whatever reason. “uh, i’m sure there’s two beds?” ian said slowly, kyle’s snort from the back only confiming his earlier thought that there definitly was only one bed.

“shut up, you know i’m right,” she shot back, eyes rolling with a grin stuck on her face nevertheless. “that sky was as pink as the one out there right now.” alex gnawed gently on her bottom lip, once more thinking about that music video of his and how it seemed to be based entirely on their past. she wondered if any of the guys knew that but hoped not. if kyle did she was sure it’d only give him just one more thing to pester her about.

suddenly alex became all too aware of the fact that they were not alone and that holding ian’s hand was probably not the smartest idea should she be trying to get kyle off her back. she let her palm slip from his and shoved both hands back into her pockets, already missing the security of his digits wrapped around her own.

upon hearing kyle’s short laugh, alex knew her fear had been confirmed. she wasn’t quite sure exactly how sharing a bed with ian would work out especially since the last time they were face to face they’d christened hers. maybe a wall of pillows? maybe there’d be a couch in the room? maybe they wouldn’t end up tangled up under the sheets? but alex knew herself and had a feeling that even in her sleep she’d subconsciously want to be as close to him as humanly possible. “we’ll figure it out,” she said with as much confidence as she could muster, dismissively waving her hand in the air.

[alcxandras]

bastillexian:

“i’ve perfectioned the art of doing both,” ian grinned back at her, a part of him wanting to stick out his tounge at her, but he stopped himself and instead, albeit shyly, brushed his hand against hers and took it again in his when alex didn’t pull away. of course he could hear the quiet snickering from kyle behind them but he chose to skillfully ignore it as they made their way inside the hotel. will moving up to the receiption to get their keys and everything for their group. “besides,” he began, turning back to alex instead of watching will walk up to the receipton and get their keys for them, “someone has to document everything for when we’re back home and you all get sad because you miss it so much or you start to argue with me again about whether the skies were pink or yellow. then you’ll thank me for not putting that thing away,” he nodded more to himself, still grinning. 

her heart stumbled clumsily over a few beats when ian once more took her hand in his. she had to remind herself over and over again that it meant absolutely nothing to keep her heart from stopping altogether. her fingers gently squeezed his of their own volition, and she could feel her ears beginning to turn red upon hearing kyle’s smug chuckle. “oh, c’mon, you know that sky was pink, don’t bring this up again.” alex rolled her eyes at ian, nearly having forgotten that sunset they’d bickered over only a few short years ago. just like back then, the sky was tinged a hazy rose to match the soft blush upon her cheeks.

only when will returned with the keys to their rooms did alex notice that their count seemed to be off. of course each couple would share a room for the first couple of nights they were here, but it seemed as if there was only one key card left over for both ian and her. she didn’t know what she’d expected, but for some reason she hadn’t thought through how it fiscally seemed to make sense that the two of them would share a room. it would’ve been exorbitant to get separate rooms but alex at the very least hoped they were two separate beds.

[alcxandras]

bastillexian:

“always,” ian smiled, squeezing her hand again smiling. “and you did make it. you’re in australia, no more flying now. only koalas, kangaroos, huge toads and frogs, spiders and deadly snakes, and a huge hole in the athmosphere out to slowly kill us” he added with a grin. 

fixing the ‘ny’ cap on his head - which he definitely didn’t snatch from alex when they picked her up-, their little group made their way outside to the shuttle that’d take them to the hotel they’d stay in the first couple days to settle in and get used to the new timezone and heat. while they technically ended up travelling into australias move from autumn to winter and the heat was much more simliar to the one they had in the us currently, it was still a change to their usual climate and half of ians suitcase only contained suncreme. 

their drive to the hotel wasn’t very long, but it was rather impressive nontheless. they arrived in the early evening, the sun just setting on the horizon, and of course ian couldn’t help himself but to take about a million pictures already, completely mesmerized by the city. 

“oh, is that all?” alex joked, brow quirked at ian as she shook her head. she inhaled deeply upon stepping outside, appreciative of the actual fresh air after over a full day of breathing in recycled airplane air and stale airport ac. the brunette stuffed the hand note toting along a suitcase in her pocket after ian let go. fingers flexed before bunching up into a tight fist where no one could see it happen, digits trying to forget the way his felt.

while alex was just as mesmerized by the new city as the rest of the group, packed tight like sardines into the shuttle van, but she couldn’t help tearing her eyes away from the skyline filled with oranges and pinks to glance over at ian. unsurprising to all, he had his phone out and was snapping pictures nonstop. his awed grin held her attention even more than the beautiful sights and she barely noticed the van pull up to the hotel.

“anyone ever tell you to put that thing away and live in the moment?” she teased, hopefully recovering whatever cool she had lost, mortified to notice that will had caught her staring at her ex. 

[alcxandras]

bastillexian:

ian was used to flying and traveling in small spaces for long hours by now, but even for him this flight was something else. they had a small stop inbetween, but it didn’t do much and it felt like every single person on the plane let out a sigh of relief as soon as they landed in Sydney and got to go outside, the biggest sigh most likely coming from the brunette who’s hand ian was currently holding and giving a soft squeeze, his heart warming up just at the sight of her. she’d managed to nap a little for the last hour or two of the second flight and her eyes were still a little puffy, her hair a bit of a mess. not that he himself looked any better.

„hey, you’ve made it,” he grinned at alex next to him as they finally walked out of baggage claim and border controls and were truly in the country. 

it was common knowledge that flying was alex’s biggest fear but she had no clue just how bad it could be until she spent over twenty-four hours in big metal tubes way up in the sky. while everyone else slept for half of the time and found some way to entertain themselves, alex spent the whole time too on edge to do anything. she probably wouldn’t have been able to make it had ian not switched into the seat next to her for the second flight. by the time he’d made it over to her she’d already gnawed her nails right to the quick and beyond, torn up and slightly bloodied. but somehow even just his sitting next to her, both too exhausted to share more than a few words at a time, was enough to calm her down just enough to survive the rest of the trip. he’d even calmed her nerves enough to somehow allow her to fall asleep for a couple of short hours before they landed down under. 

alex wasn’t quite sure how many hours her palm had been glued to ian’s at this point, but even on steady ground when the fear of falling out of the sky had passed, she couldn’t seem to force herself to let go. she ran her free hand through the unruly, tangled curls and rubbed her bleary eyes, appreciating that ian had not let go quite yet either. “i wouldn’t go that far,” she smiled up at him hiking her backpack back up on her shoulder. “but thanks for not letting me have a heart attack up there.”

[alcxandras]

ian: ask jen and you'll know i'm right

ian: don't, it'll work out

alex: nope, you’re wrong

alex: and what if it doesn’t?

[alcxandras]

ian: i am right though, just ask jen

ian: no if's, you'll get an awesome job soon and then we can wear the shirts

alex: nope, you’re wrong

alex: yeah, i kinda doubt that

[alcxandras]

ian: but i want to be right too once

ian: we'll raincheck it and do it on your first day of work as a super cool nurse

alex: tough luck, not happening

alex: that’s a big if right now

[alcxandras]

ian: yes i am

ian: maybe via super super express?

alex: stop arguing with me!

alex: i’m right and you’re wrong

alex: if i never even hated you then there’s no way anybody else ever could

alex: i’m pretty sure it’s physically impossible... besides it wouldn’t be the same since you’re not here

[alcxandras]

ian: maybe, but only because i’m right

ian: i‘ll send you one per express mail

alex: no you’re not shut up

alex: there’s still no way it could get here by tonight

[alcxandras]

ian: yes it is

ian: i'll still wear it don't worry!

alex: are you really trying to out-stubborn me rn?

alex: too bad i don’t have a shirt with your face on it too to let everyone know

[alcxandras]

ian: but it's the truth

ian: i just want to support you even if i cant be there

ian: well time to get the megaphone then

alex: no it’s not

alex: i appreciate it (even if it is lame)

alex: too bad you won’t be there with that tshirt with my face on it too

[alcxandras]

ian: that's very possible trust me

ian: i'm lame and i made a sign

ian: are you saying you are?

alex: it is not, stop arguing with me

alex: why are you this way

alex: maybe

[alcxandras]

ian: everything's possible in LA ~~~

ian: of course ((: !

ian: i won't be too busy, gotta make sure you see my 'you go! you're awesome!' sign, might get a megaphone aswell to shan't something along the lines of 'that's my girl!'

ian: not that you are /my/ girl i mean just, you know

ian: i'll be the embarassing grandpa

alex: except for anyone hating you

alex: shut up you did not make a sign you’re lame

alex: who said i wasn’t?

[alcxandras]

ian: there's a lot of people that hate me

ian: i can't wait to cheer for you!

alex: i really don't think that's possible

alex: would you be ok with talking afterwards too?

alex: i get it if you're too busy i know you are, so no big deal if you can't

[alcxandras]

ian: i appreciate your honesty :')

ian: she does 100% hate me

ian: but yeah she said yes

alex: nobody could hate you

alex: good! i’ll see you later, then.

alex: or i guess you’ll see me actually

[alcxandras]

ian: well she already hates me

ian: and now i broke a promise again which gives her another reason to hate me

ian: and you know me i get nervous fast

ian: rambling mess is my second name

alex: she doesn't HATE you ian

alex: it's impossible to hate you

alex: even if you can be kind of an asshole sometimes

alex: but she did say yes, right?

[alcxandras]

bastillexian:

a small smile on his lips, ian nodded shortly. he didn’t expect anything else from her. even if he tried not to think about the last time he was in new york with her and how stupid he’d been just running off, he knew that she must have noticed his figure, even if she didn’t say anything about it back there. while no one he was with in la gave it a second thought and he didn’t mind that, ian had to admit that he secretly had hoped for alex to notice it and tell him off for still being such an idiot years later. not that it’d change anything. 

“told you,” he shrugged, smiling. “that’s fair enough, i do get old and grey faster than you. i’ll help you look for a new pancake guy when that time comes.”

“then don’t get a coffee table, but don’t forward your first ten paychecks to me. keep them and then you can start paying me back,” he said again, getting out the baking tray and lining it with paper. “okay now the questions is; one huge cookie, plate sized cookies or milk dunk sized?”

maybe he was just sick? or the stress of constant touring had taken a toll? maybe alex had simply been mistaken and she couldn’t feel each column of his spine beneath her fingertips. it was wishful thinking, but alex prayed that it was the truth. it was better than realizing that ian was still hurting himself after all of these years. but his short reaction was enough to prove true what she already knew. “you’re not still doing that, are you?” she hedged quietly, as if afraid someone would overhear.

“four years later and you still have no concept of sarcasm, huh?” she teased softly, grin still painted across her lips. “whoever he is, he’ll never be as good as you.”

“no,” she said simply with a curt shake of her head, no need for elaboration. ian may have been stubborn but he could never be as stubborn as she. “hmm, the last one. — all that chocolate needs some milk to go with it,” the brunette posited, gnawing away at her thumbnail, a nervous habit she wasn’t quite sure why she was performing.