š ~ for johnnyĀ @glorymercā
>ā¦ ITāS NOT A DREAM,Ā itās an act of remembering the past;Ā Ā Ā fine combing their neural network to a shared place.Ā Ā Altās fondest memory has been their meeting,Ā Ā their coming together for the first time.Ā Ā Lace blue eyes catching the gaze of his own,Ā surrounded by the heat and frenzied screams from his most loyal fans.Ā It wasnāt love at first sight,Ā no,Ā that feeling was attributed to the music he produced.Ā The raw energy in his vocals harmonizing with the rough sound from his guitar.Ā Sheād hope he caught her adoration when he first saw;Ā Ā Ā starry eyed,Ā mouth parted slightly,Ā Ā she remembers smiling in response.Ā Ā Thereās nothing quite like that first spark to catch a flame.
>ā¦ How she managed her way backstage was no mystery,Ā not when Samuraiās security was shit compared to her skill and instinct kicking in when she needed it;Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā [ Ā Ā š¢ š·š°šŖš¤š¦ š³šŖšÆšØš“ šµš©š³š°š¶šØš© š©šŖš“ š¦š¢š³š“, Ā š§š³š°š® šøšŖšµš©šŖšÆ šøš©š¦š³š¦ š®š°š“šµ šøš°š¶šš„ š¤š°šÆš“šŖš„š¦š³ šµš©š¦šŖš³ šµš©š°š¶šØš©šµš“ šµš° š¤š°š®š¦ š§š³š°š®: Ā Ā ā ā Ā š šµš°šš„ šµš©š¦š® šŗš°š¶ šøš¦š³š¦ šøš¢šŖšµšŖšÆšØ š§š°š³ š®š¦, Ā š¤š°š¶šš„ šµš©š¦šŗ š¬šŖšÆš„ššŗ š±š°šŖšÆšµ š®š¦ šµš° šŗš°š¶š³ š³š°š°š®? Ā šš¢šÆ šŗš°š¶ š£š¦ššŖš¦š·š¦ šµš©š¦šŗ š¢š¤šµš¶š¢šššŗ š„šŖš„?Ā ā āĀ Ā ]Ā Ā Ā Ā Feelings of satisfaction surface when she goes a bit further than whatās actually needed,Ā some would say it was unnecessary in her line of work since discretion was a must as a Netrunner.Ā Yet,Ā thereās a lot she could do with all that time;Ā Ā aĀ bloom of ideas,Ā both good and terrible entertaining her thoughts and running slower than she liked,Ā but that was realspace for you.Ā So,Ā terribly,Ā dull.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
ALT:Ā Ā ā ā Ā You have to give me credit for how ballsy it was for me to make the first move on you,Ā Johnny.Ā Ā ā ā Ā Ā
>ā¦ It was a game to you;Ā Ā no,Ā it felt like creating and fetching code;Ā Ā Ā what was real,Ā and what wasnāt?Ā Ā ā āĀ Ā I always wanted to break in backstage.Ā ā ā Ā Ā There wasnāt any greetings between them,Ā just snide remarks and a tension building between the two. Ā Ā [ š š°š¶ š³š¦š®š¦š®š£š¦š³ š©š°šø šµš©šŖš“ šøš¦šÆšµ, Ā š³šŖšØš©šµ, Ā šš°š©šÆšÆšŗ?Ā ]
>ā¦Ā The way you both easily eased into it after the first,Ā shy kiss.Ā A metal hand pulling at his metal arm to wrap around her waist,Ā Ā the taste of tequila on both of your tongues,Ā a taste you remember when you were the first to slip yours in as quick as you could before puling away.Ā Lace blue eyes catching his own again,Ā she furrows her brows and removes his glasses;Ā Ā brightening when she can see his own gaze,Ā all on her.Ā
Ā ā āĀ I just stole a kiss from a rockerboy? Ā My,Ā ā ā Ā her hand reaches to his cheek,Ā rubbing small, soothing strokes on his cheek,Ā Ā ā āĀ Ā oh my.Ā ā ā
