💋 ~ for johnny @glorymerc
>… IT’S NOT A DREAM, it’s an act of remembering the past; fine combing their neural network to a shared place. Alt’s fondest memory has been their meeting, their coming together for the first time. Lace blue eyes catching the gaze of his own, surrounded by the heat and frenzied screams from his most loyal fans. It wasn’t love at first sight, no, that feeling was attributed to the music he produced. The raw energy in his vocals harmonizing with the rough sound from his guitar. She’d hope he caught her adoration when he first saw; starry eyed, mouth parted slightly, she remembers smiling in response. There’s nothing quite like that first spark to catch a flame.
>… How she managed her way backstage was no mystery, not when Samurai’s security was shit compared to her skill and instinct kicking in when she needed it; [ 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮: ❛ ❛ 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮? 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥? ❜ ❜ ] Feelings of satisfaction surface when she goes a bit further than what’s actually needed, some would say it was unnecessary in her line of work since discretion was a must as a Netrunner. Yet, there’s a lot she could do with all that time; a bloom of ideas, both good and terrible entertaining her thoughts and running slower than she liked, but that was realspace for you. So, terribly, dull.
ALT: ❛ ❛ You have to give me credit for how ballsy it was for me to make the first move on you, Johnny. ❜ ❜
>… It was a game to you; no, it felt like creating and fetching code; what was real, and what wasn’t? ❛ ❛ I always wanted to break in backstage. ❜ ❜ There wasn’t any greetings between them, just snide remarks and a tension building between the two. [ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺? ]
>… The way you both easily eased into it after the first, shy kiss. A metal hand pulling at his metal arm to wrap around her waist, the taste of tequila on both of your tongues, a taste you remember when you were the first to slip yours in as quick as you could before puling away. Lace blue eyes catching his own again, she furrows her brows and removes his glasses; brightening when she can see his own gaze, all on her.
❛ ❛ I just stole a kiss from a rockerboy? My, ❜ ❜ her hand reaches to his cheek, rubbing small, soothing strokes on his cheek, ❛ ❛ oh my. ❜ ❜
