PERILOUS

❝ but my dear, ❞       he said to her with pure conviction in his eyes,       ❝... you are NOT a mere story. you're not a BOOK, given to them as a means of escape from the harsh truths that devour this W O R L D. you are not a ❛ beautiful ❜ set of words, strung together only to elegantly roll off the tongues of passers-by. you are NOT a spectacular tale of good conquers evil, of light against dark but — you are a violent wind, a THUNDERSTORM, beauty and fear in the perfect balance, kind yet frightening, you, my dear, are painfully real. ❞ ( var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5531536"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); )

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I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, “Babylon Revisited” (via wordsnquotes)

[thatmebpd]

THEY CAN’T ABANDON YOU IF YOU PUSH THEM AWAY FIRST

[wnq-writers]

Let me go where I’m headed, do not stop me.

justme62, writing prompt #65: write a ten-word-story (via wnq-writers)

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rcthschiild:

     his gaze is trained on her  ,  DESPITE  the view.  despite the rising carriage  &  the twinkling lights beneath them  ,  getting smaller the higher they go.  slowly  ,  yet surely they’re being carried  higher  &  higher  ,  dividing them from the world so it’s just the two of them  ,  in their own space  ,  trying to figure out where they are  NOW  &  where they’ll go.  he knows where he wants them to be  ;  he’s  known  it for three years  &  it’s about time he did something about it.  he listens to her words  ,  a sorrowed look taking over his features before he  carefully  folds his hands on her cheek  ,  SHAKING  his head a little.  ❛  wherever you are is where i want to be  ,  cheyenne.  i’m not leaving you again.  ❜  he wonders  how  many times he has to say that for her to believe him  ,  if she’ll learn to  trust  that he’s done running  ,  that she’s enough to make him stay.  ❛  i love you  ,  &  i want to be  WITH  you  ,  ❜  he says quietly  ,  stare moving over her features.  soft  ,  delicate  ;  to him  ,  she’s the most  beautiful  girl he’s ever seen  &  despite the countless  blind dates  his mother set him up on  ,  all the girls she threw his way  ,  they were nothing compared to cheyenne.  even on this  frosty  night  ,  LIGHTS  of different colours  &  patterns moving  beneath  them  ,  he can’t look away.  ❛  be with me  ,  ❜  he says  ,  so suddenly that he doesn’t know the words leave his lips until they’re  carried  in the air.

        being in the carriage   ,  it’s deceivingly parallel to how she felt with him. fearful. uncertain of what was around   , what was happening but as long as he was with her   ,  sitting beside her with GIVING hands and a warm touch   ,  she knew she was safe. and she has so much to learn   ,  so much that needs to be discovered but with him   ,  she’s able to turn away from the instinct of fear and defence and appreciate the view. the bright lights radiating around the darkness   ,  splashing across the night sky.  it’s beautiful   ,  though every moment they spent together was exactly that. whether it was scuba diving in an unknown country   ,  sharing dinner at their favourite restaurants or whether they were at home with his head on her lap with inaudible sounds coming from his tired lips. there’s not a single moment that goes unnoticed and truthfully   ,  she came to a realisation   ;   the distance thought them how to love   ,  to meet a love that would boundless.  ❝  i’m yours.  ❞  her voice is a barely audible whisper   ,  vocalising words that have been screaming LOUDLY for a long time   ,   words she hadn’t had the courage to speak   ,  ❝  ... i’m yours.  ❞ tender eyes fall shut as she leans in   ,  a slow movement as she allows their lips to touch   ,  not a care in the world about the ride they were on or the red remnants she’d leave on his face.

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rcthschiild:

     theo chuckles  ,  placing a hand  gently  on the bottom of her back to guide her inside the elevator once it arrives  ;  like he used to do when  GUIDING  her around fancy events  &  hotel lobbies.  still  ,  there’s a flutter of excitement inside his  stomach  , but the night seems to go passed so quickly.  traffic took away  most  of the night  ;  but they seemed to make the best of situation in the back of the car  ,  anyway.  but the carnival was near to  CLOSING  when they arrived  ,  so after several attempts at  ring toss  to win her the llama that they’re now carrying with them  ,  theo is using his hand to guide her towards the  ferris wheel  ,  luminous lights making the towering ride  STAND OUT  among the smaller  ,  less conspicuous stalls.  he presses his lips to her temple  ,  a smile which hasn’t left him  all night  etched there permanently as they arrive.  luckily  ,  the queue isn’t as big as it was when they first arrived.  ❛  told you i wanted to take you on this before the  NIGHT  was up  ,  ❜  he says sweetly into her ear  ,  helping her into the cart after paying the guy in the booth.  ❛  if you get  scared  ,  just let me know  &  i  might  consider distracting you.  ❜  teasing  ,  but there a softness to his tone.

        the feeling of uneasiness saturates across her stomach   ,  emerging from her core to her lungs like a feeling of breathlessness. the ferris wheel wasn’t something she particularly enjoyed   ,  given her severe dread surrounding heights. she remembers the first year  ( and last year ) she’d went on one   ,  three years ago with her father just a few days before he passed and she’d cried   ,  despite how much her father tried   ,  she couldn’t. while she’d NEVER admit it out loud   ,  it was not only because of her fear against heights but the sweet memories annexed   ,  affixed like a root against soil which couldn’t be replicated. she’s smiling brightly at him despite the anxiety inside of her   , knowing that she’s save yet unprepared for the feelings that’ll be attached to the ride. gently placing her bag on the side side   ,  the young brunette gently pats the space beside her.  ❝  sit with me rudolph   ,  ❞  she demands   ,  her voice laced with gentleness as her fingers reach of his in instinct playing with them as her lids watch them  ,  ❝  ... i want to tell you something.  ❞  a heavy breath departs from her lips but she's relieved   ,  eyes slowly moving up his torso until they finally meet his azure hues. she’s taking a moment to drink him   ,  in the moment they’re having and the memory they’re RELIVING.  ❝  i don’t know what’s going to come from this  ,  i honestly didn’t think you’d ever come back to lorfield   ;   to me   ,  ❞  her left hand escaping her grip allowing her thumb to graze across his cheek   ,  ❝  ... but regardless   ,  regardless of all the distance. i’ll always be here   ,  for YOU. i love you theodore.  ❞

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kcnnaa:

❈   𝕥he lights and colours of the ferris wheel spun in rhythm with the cheerful carnival music emanating from all around. kenna had surprisingly been able to find a calmer area so near the ferris wheel for her to take shelter from the crowd. though, as soon as she sat down she saw a chestnut haired girl saunter towards her, seemingly having the same idea as she did. kenna was slightly taken aback at first by the quick offer of a drink, but shrugged and accepted it, taking a large sip to quench a thirst that she didn’t expect to have. before the liquid hit her tongue she could smell the alcohol in it, which made her furrow her brows a little, yet she kept on drinking. vodka was her favourite, anyway. ❛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ, ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ɪᴛ. ❜ it took the edge off of the large looming mass of people around. ❛ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs… ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ɪ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ. ❜

        surprise. words are inadequate to describe the complete SHOOK across her expression as she watched the other drain the entire contents of her drink. eyes widening   ,  soaking in at the site. like WATER almost   ;   seamlessly passing through the back of her throat with ease   ,  almost reminding her of the days as a child where she’d drink her milkshakes so fast that she’d get a brain freeze within the first couple of minutes. she isn’t angry. merely   ;   perplexed.  ❝  shit  ,  take it down and level  ,  ❞  she comments  ,  chuckling as she rolled her eyes playfully   ,  ❝  ... you owe me a drink   , by the way.  ❞ 

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libcrtincs:

      a smile curves pretty lips, & her head cants to the side.   it’s all sarcasm and snark.   she could stand to get in the holiday spirit, but trying to get her to do anything of the sort is a pipe dream, at best.    ❝  it’s my brand, babe. haven’t you noticed?  ❞   though, to be fair, this IS what she looks like when she’s in a good mood.   it’s not that different from any other mood.   she rakes a hand through her hair, letting her eyes roll over cheyenne’s figure.   she seems to be having a good time, at least. and that’s good for her, but could also very much be a side effect of the alcohol.   when cheyenne touches her, min’s eyes make their way back up to hers.   she shrugs one shoulder.    ❝  the alternative was staying home, and dealing with my parents. coming here was the better option. what about you? is this your kind of fun?  ❞    

        she nods. she doesn’t necessarily disagree with her particularly because it’s her very branding that allured her towards the other. soft delicate features splashed against a dark personality   ,  it’s almost   ,  in its own way an image that demands to be felt. a part of her is certain that the other possessed EMOTION   ,  kinds beyond what she allowed others to see though if she were truly honest   ,  she can’t be entirely sure.  ❝  you didn’t invite your parents ? what kind of a thanksgiving carnival is it then  ?  ❞  she’s genuinely curious   ,  and partly asking in HOPES that the other will give some sort of a meaningful insight. shoulders raised in a nonchalant gesture   ,  ❝  ... i came here for the free samples. and curly fries. i might even see if i can win one of those toy plushie animal things but i’m not sure whether i have the wallet for it right now.  ❞

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rcthschiild:  

     stained.  she’s done the same to countless of his  shirts  ,  too  ,  as if marking her territory.  not that he  PARTICULARLY  minded  ,  but going from pristine white cotton to a shirt completed with lipstick marks.  he’d gained quite a  collection  of them in the time they dated  &  has had to go out  &  buy countless new shirts  ,  might he add.  the marks could  never  be washed away  ,  &  he liked that.  they’re like SOUVENIRS  ,  in a way  ,  &  souvenirs are things you should never let go of.  ❛  really  ,  cheri  ?  you know  better  than anyone that when i work for something  ,  i get it  ,  so  don’t  tempt me.  ❜  theo teases  ,  eyes widening in surprise when she dots a lipstick mark on his nose.  eyes narrow as he looks  DOWN  at it  ,  shoulders lifting into a careless skin.  ❛  you’re  not  ?  okay  ,  then i suppose you wouldn’t mind spending the night with pennywise the clown.  ❜  his head  tilts  as if thinking the idea over  ,  before squeezing her hand once it’s in his.  he’s pleasantly surprised at how  EASY  it is to slip into old habits.  thoughtless teasing  ,  holding each other’s hands as if it’s the most  natural  thing in the world.  it feels like it  ,  too.  her hand fits  perfectly  in his  &  he’s quite content with just standing there  ,  enjoying a moment alone but they have a carnival to get to.  ❛  hey  ,  i learned  A LOT  from you  ,  actually  ,  ❜  he says as they reach the  hallway.

        she never understood his attraction with white clothing   ,  reminiscing the plethora occasions in which he’d wear pearly hued clothing on their countless dates   ,  all which would turn to an artwork of white and REDS by the end of the night. he’d never complained about the high turnover he had on his shirts though   ,  unless teasingly. she knows why   ,  in fact   ,  she’s felt it before   ;   pigmented bruises across her neck and décolletage   ,  a physical memory of the previous night   ,  one she had with her for the next few days afterwards   ,  that she’d spend concealing with make up and turtle necks in the middle of summer. her friends used to tell her that it wasn’t okay   ,  that it was a case of him marking his territory. but that wasn’t it   ,  to her   ,  it was a fragment of a night together where they allowed themselves to be consumed not with worldly things   ;   but with each OTHER.  ❝  maybe that’s my plan all along   ,  ❞  a teasing grin across her features lids heavy as she gently rests her hands on his chest  , inhaling deeply as though for a moment she forgets how to breathe. as they make their way to the elevator   ,  she can’t help but wish that they didn’t have a carnival to attend to   ,  that they could’ve simply had a moment with him and herself.  ❝  ... i still have a lot of learning to do.  ❞ 

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rcthschiild:

     a gentle smile fights it’s way onto his lips at the  feel  of hers on his skin  ,  a sweet gesture which has him  PLACING  one on hers in return.  ❛  i give you a rose  &  you get me all dirty  ?  i know it’s cold out  ,  but my cheeks don’t need help being all  pink.  ❜  a chuckle vibrates from his chest as she wipes away the  mark  on his cheek  ,  like when they were dating  &  they’d be invited to fancy events  &  extravagant parties.  he’d  ALWAYS  buy her a rose  ,  without fail.  he’d spend hours in the florist looking for one particular rose.  ‘  the most  beautiful  rose for the most beautiful girl  ’  ,  he  used  to say.  a simple gesture that he’d spend a long time pondering over before actually carrying it through.  it was  THIS  way before they dated  ,  too.  on valentine’s day or her  birthday  ,  he would leave a  single  rose attached to her locker with the exact same words written on the attached ribbon.  of course  ,  he never  told  her it was him until they started dating.  ❛  in this  TRAFFIC  ?  definitely not.  we’d be waiting forever.  speaking of  ,  we should  probably  get going before it gets anyway worse.  i want to at least take you on the ferris wheel before the night is up.  ❜  he allows his gaze to  drift  over her  ,  biting his lip to hold back a laugh.  ❛  WHO  would’ve thought  ,  huh  ?  all these years of protesting  &  we’re matching without making any effort.  ❜  his stare moves  back  to hers  ,  azure blues meeting liquid lava before he offers her an arm.

        she remembers looking through one of her old facebook posts   ,  the one she'd posted on their first year anniversary. a regrettable phote with her untamed locks cascading uncontrollably against her body   ,  splashed across the image of the romantic paris scenery with him right beside her to tell a story of a time before he even understood what hair gel was. despite the frizzy hair   ,  lack of understanding on make up and style   ,  it’s a post that left her smiling on nights when she were alone   ,  remember a much SIMPLER time   ,  a time when she was with him.  her caption spoke about the feeling of MAGIC when with him   ,  plunging her into a different world   ,  encircling her like it was an all consuming force that was inescapable and even now   ,  she can recite such a feeling with complete vividness   ,  feeling it at that exact moment. she missed him.  ❝  oh theodore   ,  i know how much you like a challenge. besides you should know more than anyone that nothing good comes easy   ,  you’ll need to try harder perhaps  ,  ❞  a playful quip emits from her lips   ,  emanated through the mellow giggle that escapes before she rises to her toes   ,  a gentle kiss on top of his nose   ,  ❝  ... that’s punishment   ,  rudolph. and i won’t be here to help you clean it off this time.  ❞  eyes fall to the hand extended towards her   ,  without thinking she intertwines her much thinner fingers between his   ,  a gentle squeeze before she begins walking   ,  closing the door behind her.  ❝  guess it means three years weren't wasted and that i trained you well   ,  ❞  a heavy breath as she turns to him  ,  a smile looming across her features.  

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rcthschiild:

     he’s been  SILENT  the entire car ride  ,  trying  (  &  unsuccessfully  )  to not think too much  ,  but these days all he’s been doing is  thinking  &  it’s starting to give him a head ache.  he was up all night last night  &  hasn’t stopped working all day  ,  to  try  &  make up for the work he won’t be doing this weekend.  over the  LAST  year  ,  work has become to be the only stable thing he has so he’s been  holding   onto it for dear life  ,  like it could be stripped from his grasp within a few short slip ups.  he’s tired of thinking about what  might  happen  &  what’s actually happened  ,  so he’s decided  (  GOD FORBID  )  that he’s going to try  &  have fun tonight  ,  if that’s even  possible.  he’s so lost in thought that he’s not even aware that the car has stopped outside of what he assumes to be cheyenne’s apartment building.  so  ,  telling  the driver to wait here  ,  he pulls his jacket tighter over his chest as he  STEPS  out into the chilly winter night  ,  making his way up to her  apartment  ,  a single rose in hand.  after knocking twice  ,  he waits patiently for her to answer.  he’s not sure what the night will bring  ,  or if it will bring  anything  ,  but he’s just going to take it as it  COMES  &  hope for the best.  a smile is on his lips when she answers  ,  nodding his head towards her as he enters upon her  invite.  bringing out the flower  ,  her tilts his head to one side.  ❛  i  saw  this  &  thought you might like it.  ❜

        she doesn’t notice the rosette until he brings verbal attention to it   ,  baby pink soaring across her cheeks at the gesture. she’s not used to the chivalry   ,  in fact it’s probably one of the closest things she’s received to it in the last three years. a gentle kiss meets his lip   ,  leaving a heavy red mark in it’s place. she lips emit an euphonic giggle   ,  something that he’s VERY familiar with.  ❝  thank you  , you really shouldn’t have   ,  hold on i left something on your cheek.  ❞  gently putting the rose on the ligneous frame beside the door  , right besides her key  she extends her thumb  , gently rubbing the stain off his cheek. regardless of how hard the teeth sink into her lower lip  , the young woman makes a foolish attempt in concealing the smile radiating off her face like bright light from the sun. after a couple of moments she turns to face him   ,  eyes drinking into the gaze that were his ocean orbs. it had been far too long since she’d felt like this   ,  so long that it’s her own body and its natural instinct to wrap her fingers around his neck   ,  lids dropping as they settled onto him. she isn’t sure how long she’s been in that position  , finally pulling herself from the moment as she realises that they’re far from a position of no control.  ❝  are you driving   ,  theodore ? i heard parking is going to be a nightmare  ,  ❞  she questions  , pulling away as she broke the silence   ,  returning with the black bag he’d gifted her three years ago. she scans him from head to toe  , noticing the similarities in their outfits.  ❝  ... nice outfit.  ❞

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libcrtincs:

       A WEEK LATE, and a few good drinks short of a good time, the carnival is going about as well as expected.   everywhere min looks, people seem to be teeming with excitement, as if this is something n e w.   frankly, min’s bored with the whole thing.   she wanders rather aimlessly for some time, simply allowing her eyes to drink in the many lights and attractions offered during the night.   it seems like no time at all passes before she hears someone calling out to her.   her eyes slide over to the brunette, and she tips her head. cheyenne. not the worst company to keep tonight.   she walks over, hand already outstretched for the proffered drink.   she takes a sip, tasting the vodka long before cheyenne even remembers it.   ❝  mm.   i noticed.  ❞   she hands the drink back.     ❝  yeah, there are people everywhere. but it is a carnival, so. are you surprised?  ❞  

        she didn’t think the mini bottle of vodka she’d confiscated the previous night would play such a pivotal part of her enjoyment of the event though she’s thankful that it did  , considering it somehow passed security. eyes soaking into the image that feels a lot different to how she remembered it. she’s not perplexed by the other  , particularly because min had never showed any sign of sugar coating when in conversation. it’s abrupt  , straight to the point. maybe thats why the pair blended so well together.  ❝  in a good mood as ever  , the thanksgiving mood i see babe  ,  ❞  she comments  , playfully rolling her eyes before drinking the rest of the drink  ,  ❝  ... i suppose. i guess it’s a lot different to how i remember it.  ❞  turning her body towards her  , cheyenne looks down ato the other  , a gentle touch on her arm as she presses her lips firmly together  , tracing them with her tongue before speaking.  ❝  i’m surprised you came  , didn’t think carnivals were your kind of fun. actually  , i have no clue what your kind of fun is.  ❞

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genevicves:

      it’s an inviting warmth , the presence of the other woman & the ( not too ) distant onset of inebriation , both creating a certain comfort which seemingly lacked in the previous hours . familiarity rather than the intimidation of change . umber hues only then shift to watch the crowd before them : teenagers who were simply there to maintain appearances , children , families –  lively & solicitous towards each others well - being . the sight forces a tightness in her chest , attention now being drawn to the cup in hand . liquid courage . another ample sip & she turns back to cheyenne ,     ‘     this needs more vodka , by the way . i never thought you would skimp out on the alcohol . i’m shocked , honestly .     ’     she offers a beam , followed by a soft shrug . anything seemed to be better than stuck on the edges of overly crowded carnival .    ’     cheesy fries it is , but i still vote we try a rollercoaster . break or not , it’s a fucking experience . plus , i’d rather be up there than down here with every single person in this town .     ’

        bumping into genevieve feels a LOT like reprieve  , there’s a bond between them  , a mood that surrounds them that cannot be replicated by others. it’s unique  , laced in a vibrancy that she hadn’t known existed in her and most importantly   ;   it’s a genuine affection. cheyenne is someone who is constantly on high alert  , sitting on a natural DEFENCE but when it came to the other  , she felt as tough there was something tranquillising immersing her  , enough that led her to feel a safeness to it. if she were with anyone else  , she would’ve surely left the carnival within the hour.  ❝  it’s a family friendly event  , besides i didn’t realise i had the mini vodka in my bag until i went to get my wallet can you believe i confiscated one of these in some dudes pocket ?  he threatened to put it down his pants and i told him that’ll be the only thing in his pants if he does it  ,  ❞ she recounts before shaking her head  , ❝  ... i’m fucking scared of heights gen and i’m certainly not ready to fall to my death just yet.  ❞  a smile pulls across her cheek before she carefully takes the cup from the other  , drinking it all in one go without allowing it to properly go down her throat.  ❝  alright  , all hydrated and shit now it’s time for those free samples.  ❞

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halfgones:

despite her initial reaction to the taste of the mixture of vodka and lemonade, andrea opts to take another sip. maybe having a little alcohol in her system will make this whole ordeal of a festival easier. thanksgiving. thanksgiving used to be andrea’s favorite holiday, her immediate family got to see their extended family and there were always lots of good memories attached to thanksgiving dinners around the matthews’ table. but ever since 2009, thanksgiving around the matthews’ table was now awkward silences with pained conversations. “ it was the usual, you know, ” andrea said, with a shrug, “ my parents made turkey and everyone said they were thankful for each other, yet it felt like no one meant it. ” andrea had become used to the tension between her parents and the tensions between her and her parents. being back in that house brought all of that tension that she was hiding when she was away bubbling to the surface. it was never anything dramatic, andrea was still a pretty reserved girl. it was more subtle. she would nod and smile, but the smile wouldn’t meet her eyes. “ what about you ? did you do anything for thanksgiving ? ”

        her words  , laced in overtones of SOMBER catch her off guard. she isn’t too sure of the most appropriate reaction. it’s blunt.  ❝  sorry ‘bout that babe. at least you had a turkey though  , should be grateful for that. i volunteered at the shelter and then went to work  , surprisingly it was buzzing and i saw someone bring his parents which was a little different  ,  ❞  she attempts to alleviate the mood  , a chuckle emitting from ample lips as she remembers how usually busy the venue was and the way she barely had a minute to breathe  , yet alone think about thanksgiving. maybe that’s why she picked up the extra shift  , because she herself didn’t want to be reminded of the loneliness that was attached to ANY event.  ❝  have you been here long ? i got here just a few minutes ago and i can’t believe how packed it is  , town sure knows how to go hard when it comes to their carnivals hey ?  ❞

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genevicves:

     there’s a looming discomfort present , one which only seems to present itself within crowds of semi - familiar faces . it’s an act of vulnerability which she hasn’t managed to accept just yet . feigned smiles & empty gestures reign free as she manages to make her way to the outskirts of the event , a sigh of exasperation escaping through parted lips . only then do repressed memories of the carnival seem to come to light : an event once enjoyed as a child only seems to be paired with an onslaught of vexation . the decision to attend seemed well thought out at the time , however her current position is everything but . thoughts transpire as she looks over the crowd , that is until a familiar voice catches her attention .     ’     stranger , how mysterious .     ’     it’s followed by an impish grin , accepting the drink with a simple nod at the query ,     ’     vodka ? perfect . i needed a pick me up .     ’     the grin only widens as she brings the cup to her lips , finger tapping on the plastic as a plentiful sip is taken ,     ’     so , are you ready for some chaos ? …  i’m just kidding , but i do want the free shit they’re handing out here .     ’

        she’s not one for hordes of people unless it were in pitch black circumstances at venues she was getting PAID to be at and even then  , she’d always preferred to be ‘front door’ for a reason. she doesn’t remember the last time she’d seen such a plethora of bodies in one venue in direct daylight and while it brings back a lot of memories  , it’s not the same as she remembered. she wonders whether it’s become of a sudden influx of residents or whether her perception has changed she she’d last attended. thanksgiving. it had been three years since she’d last celebrated it and she’s not sure WHY she bothered coming. screaming children. shitty music. it’s not her cup of tea. a shy grin greets the other  , eyes of admiration locked onto her dark hues.  ❝  i thought you’d never asked. you’re a true romantic, you know, gen ? fuck going on the ferris wheel and rollercoaster they look like they’re going to break at any minute and i’m seeing a lot of people with cheesy fries and i’ll be needing some of that.  ❞

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torrcs:

jax was always suspicious when another handed him something to which he did not know with one hundred percent certainty the source of it. although chey was someone he trusted ( at least in the past –– they had a history of trusting each other’s lives in the hands of another at some point ), he gave her a wary look. “i really hope this thing isn’t laced, you know i’m not looking to fall off the ferris wheel just because i got unexpectedly drunk.” he took a sip of the drink before feeling a slight sensation, “yeah, i think i’ve picked up on it by now. thanks for the forewarning though.” he held the drink in his hands, “you couldn’t have made it like… an arnold palmer or something?”

        ❝  you’re WELCOME by the way. the carnival sucks and i think they haven’t maintained these machines since the 80′s i swear i wouldn’t trust myself on them. besides  , i had to improvise with what i have  ,  ❞  she argues  , taking out the mini vodka bottle she’d passed through security  ,  ❝  ... i confiscated it from some drunk dude a week ago  , who knew it’ll actually be handy.  ❞  she turns  , a wide smile looming across her lips as she wraps her arm around his  , allowing her feet to guide them through the crowds as she led them aimlessly  ,  ❝  ... damn, an indirect kiss hey ? make sure not to fall in love with me.  ❞

[luthienne]

It does me no good; violence has changed me. / My body has grown cold like the stripped fields; / now there is only my mind, cautious and wary, / with the sense it is being tested.

Louise Glück, from Averno; “October” (via luthienne)

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remedials:

         he  recovers  from  the  drink,   more  than  happy  to  give  it  back  to  her,  it’s  no  secret  that  he  definitely  prefers  sweeter  things.   making  a  noise  of  agreement,   his  gaze  flickers  through  their  surroundings,   taking  in  the  crowds  even  as  a  mischievous  grin  curves  the  corners  of  his  lips.   “     give  them  a  break,   you  were  a  kid  like  what,  five,  six  years  ago  ?    ”   he  shoots  a  teasing  glance  towards  her,    “    it’s  lemonade,  it’s  suppose  to  be  sweet  !     ”    it’s  not  like  he  thinks  he’ll  really  change  her  mind,   not  where  alcohol’s  concerned   (   it’s  not  like  he  has  any  room  to  talk,  either.  )  “     they  could  do  a  lot  better  though,   pretty  sure  the  ferris  wheel’s  a  safety  hazard  at  this  rate.     ”   as  if  on  cue  he  looks  up,  examining  the  little  carts  for  dramatic  effect  rather  than  genuine  concern  for  their  safety.

        a dramatic gasp  , playful in nature departs from her lips  , her hand across her chest aiding to the gesture.  ❝  gramps  , there’s no need to project your oldness to me and regarding when i was a child  , depends who you ask. i ALWAYS say yes to the student discount at movies and such  ,  ❞  their previous conversation was on much heavier topic and she wonders whether she should bring it up or whether it was something that was reserved for drunkenness. she decides on the latter. ❝  it’s lemonade it should be sour and  , i don’t know  , lemon-y  ?  ❞  she protests  , chugging the rest of her drink before throwing the cup in a near by bin. his comment causes her to chuckle  , nodding at him. she’s surprised people feel safe enough to go on the rides  , considering she didn’t go on them seventeen years ago because of it  , yet alone now.  ❝  well good thing doctor lance rivero is in the house. i wonder if there’ll be any cute doctors around here to hook you up with.  ❞