❝ yeah! we’re already here, bout to go in. ❞ it’s past 9, and they are standing outside of her friends and her favourite haunt, her beau at her flank, also texting one person or the other while she absent-mindedly rubs his arm with her free hand, attention elsewhere. they seem early, no camera in sight — yet. ❝ okay don’t be too long, love you! ❞ she tucks the phone away into her purse, hand sliding into her companion’s arm.
❝ that damien? ❞ his arm circles her waist, almost possessively. she doesn’t appear to notice.
❝ yeah, the boys are running late, something about a vintage — thing, i don’t know, i stopped listening the moment he said ‘but it’s the best thing ever’ , ❞ classic violet merchant eye roll. ❝ they’ll catch up, c’mon, ❞ and they stride further up toward the entrance. ( @bravc )
❛ DID I PROMISE that ? ❜ he taunts , poor facade of fabricated sincerity cracked at the edges , impish nature unfurls with each nudging & probing of hers , bursts like sunshine with a light-hearted laugh from the back of his throat , hands loosely splayed across torso pull petite frame closer to offer support . ❛ yeah , 'course i remember ---- i’m not a total airhead . ❜
cue roll of misty blue-eyes , ringlets of gold pool at his shoulder blade as a hand presses to his now fully-functional chest , mind you . all pipes are unclogged & heart’s pumping as though it hasn’t spent eternity in a dusty coffin . ❛ not total , no . ❜ retort is met with a half-narrowed gaze of mild resentment & soothed with chaste pressing of lips against rugged jaw .
soon as step nears the entrance , preoccupations seem to fade into the background just for a still second , so memories of the one who got away , more so , the one he pushed away can color his shades of blue with a reminiscent twinkle of guilt & reverence .
