âQ, forget DJing, I think I finally found my TRUE CALLING,â she joked. ââ hey, not fair,â Valentina mumbled as her hands returned to Quinnâs face, fingers sifting into the hair behind her ears and anchoring her in place. Softly, Valentina leaned forward, brushing her painted nose against Quinnâs chin and jaw, partially removing the red color from her skin. Straying both of her hands away, she then reached for the paper towel, scrubbing the rest of the paint off her nose before turning to Quinn. ââ peace offering?â She suggested, waving the paper towel before using it to carefully clean the undesired paint off Quinnâs nose and chin. âNow, letâs keep the PAINT WAR behind closed doors, alright? â God, I think weâve painted each other more than these walls,â she joked, peering over the walls of Quinnâs home as a chuckle left her lips. âItâs a little overwhelming at first, but youâll be having a blast in no time.â Valentina blinked a couple times until her face broke into a wide smile; her LEGENDARY dimples appearing as her lips spread over her white teeth. âMaybe you should. You could just join me. â I already have our FUTURE figured out, Prentiss. Think about it â we move into a trailer and we travel around the country. You know, painting every little kid we come across, one face at a time,â she joked, but really, it was almost a silent wish. She understood Quinnâs love for her work and knew the woman wouldnât abandon it, but when she thought about the little time they had, when she thought about how one day she would outlive Quinn⌠It all made her wish for more time with her, an EVERLASTING lifetime together. But truly, she shouldnât. To Valentina, it was a DOOMED love story; a vampire who fell in love with a human that not only didnât know her secret but didnât feel anything for her. So, yes, she shouldnât think about that, but she HELD ONTO wishes and hopes anyway. Her chest heaved up and down as a shaky breath was inhaled and then exhaled, and soon after, Valentinaâs dimples appeared for a moment when she smiled again. âNow we go to Pride, mâlady!â
âSounds like it,â Quinn laughed as she shook her head. âHEY, what are you --â the sheriffâs nose wrinkled up as she found herself being attacked by Valentinaâs nose. The lack of space between them practically STOLE the oxygen from her lungs, causing her feet to falter and her cheeks to burn scarlet underneath the paint. When the otherâs nose skated over her jaw, the muscles within clenched and Quinn was sure that her heart was INCAPABLE of beating in that current moment. It took longer than it should have to regain any control over her vocal chords as she took the offered towel, promptly wiping off the marks that the DJ had left seconds before. âRight, yeah...â the blonde cleared her throat. âThat would EXPLAIN why thereâs been little progress in the whole redecorating thing,â she teased. âIâm sure the correct painting technique will present itself to us eventually, but for now...â For now, Quinn would just continue to flail silently while they spent time together making more mess than anything else. âI have NO DOUBT that I will,â she slowly chuckled. âI grew up here so town gatherings and street parties are pretty normal for me. Itâs...â How could she even explain the fact that Pride was INTIMIDATING for her? In all honesty, she almost felt like she didnât deserve to be there -- to celebrate the progress and love of a community she had spent her entire life avoiding. It felt like she was a sheep among wolves. A fraud. Thankfully, the familiar company was making a little easier to cope. For now, at least. âOur future, huh? That sounds... COMPELLING,â she playfully rolled her eyes and threw the towel at the brunette. âWhile that does sound like quite the dream, the cop in me has to point out the MANY flaws in such a plan. One being the fact that weâd be randomly painting kids everywhere we go. I would probably go from upholding the law to being at the mercy of the law in a hot second. Maybe we should rethink your strategy to fit a more... law abiding mould,â she placed a hand on the otherâs shoulder as she began to walk, guiding the way to the centre of the town and Valentinaâs eventual DJ set up. At least she had that to look forward to; watching the other woman spin those records is STILL one of the most beautiful sights she has ever seen. âSo, what kind of songs should I be expecting from your set later on? Which, for the record, Iâm VERY excited for. Your talent has been very secluded to the club, with this the ENTIRE TOWN will get to hear you -- are you nervous?â