There was always something uncanny about stepping into a cinema in the daylight, only to venture back out into darkness. Something liminal, something magical. To be constantly concerned with time ( making it to work, making it to class, keeping up with deadlines ) only for it to have little meaning at all.
Through one door and out the other- it was like time travel. It ran gentle electric through the air and clawed at the back of her neck- a childish observation, but it made moments like this all the more magical. The dance of light in its majesty waxed carelessly over tarmac, she walked in easy tandem with the other girl.
Eyes flicker to the little lighter in Diana’s hand. There was no room for judgement in these baby blues, it wasn’t like she didn’t know the guitarist liked to smoke. She just felt lucky that right now, the streetlights chasing them home shone too dim for her blush to go unnoticed.
Diana looked so cool.
It was effortless. The fierce hair that demanded your attention, the confidence infused in each stride, the unapologetic joy flushed against soft lips. Corbett took in every wonderful feature, laughter escaping upon confession. “Hm…. maybe.”
“—-hey — that’s ok. I get it. Were the moms too distracting for you?”
Her grin is playful, teasing as gentle bite down on warm cherry prevents it from screaming out too bright- attempt to stop her looking like even more of a dork that she was being. Corbett swallows it, doing her very best not to cough as smoke is exhaled into he night.
“I should have known.” She takes a paused to press the button for the road’s crossing. Whilst there are no cars about, it wasn’t like the student was going to just cross the road whilst the man stood furious in red. Red: DON’T CROSS.
“It wasn’t very good, don’t worry. Very convoluted, too self-indulgent.”
Her eyes flicker back from the little ticking button to the woman next to her, only to find her a little closer than before. “Ah well.” She shrugs, “They all can’t be winners.”
GREEN. Glorious emeralds refract out, chasing the curve of the girls’ faces, bouncing wild colours off the fringes of Diana’s bright strands. Though the man’s silhouette implores them to move, the other’s invitation makes Corbett’s legs turn all at once to stone and jelly.
“Oh! Yeah, right! Your new apartment.” She parrots the information, as if tracking back down the line of syllables shared would lead her to her own response; it had come rather out of the blue. “That—-yeah! I mean, yeah. That sounds great.” The blonde nods, a gentle laughter breathing life into the street. “Can’t wait to see these interior design skills of yours. Bet they’re wild.” Her smile is grateful and eyes wide, the tease of what there could be doesn’t fail to linger in her chest. What crass assumption to make.
Head tilts skywards for a moment as Corbett gets that same chill down her neck, air peculiar as it dares whispers against skin. She reaches her palm out once more to the stars.
“Oh. I think that’s perfect timing.” Her gaze returns to the other as the world twists to red once more: DON’T CROSS. Shards of crimson splatter the ground as the puddles shine back the ghost of the bright little man. DON’T CROSS.
“I think it’s going to rain again.”
HER LITTLE QUIPS, PERT AND HONEY - LACED. it never failed to make diana laugh ; gently pulling giggle after giggle out her throat with the greatest of ease. corbett was witty and funny ──── and . . . good god, so incredibly PRETTY. she always has been, and bassist would have totally lied if she told you it didn’t make her nervous. she felt like such a child ! ‘ spittin’ straight facts . . . ‘ woman exhales with a raspy huff of laughter at her remark, ready to cross deserted road before noticing the other’s hesitance. she follows suit - scuffing the heel of her shoe against the asphalt as the two wait for the little vibrant man to ALLOW THEM ACROSS. drags her fingers through fuchsia softness and tilts her head slightly askew, a quick glance at the girl next to her. she bites her lip, scarred digit rise once more to scratch on her cheek. . . . diana doesn’t even think about red turning green ; the excitement in corbett’s voice, the thought of continuing the night with her all too distracting - mirroring other’s wide grin with cigarette lingering only INCHES AWAY from her lips. ‘ cool ! yeah, it’s frickin’ cute, dude. you’ll love it. ── i love it. ‘ color shifts yet again and diana puts nicotine - vice between lips, takes a drag whilst taking the blonde’s hand. ‘ no cars, c’mon. ‘ diana says, pulling corbett along as she defies the bright little man’s command and quickly skips across the empty street. how very rebellious of them.
. . . SO, IT LOOKS LIKE THE RAIN CAUGHT THEM, AFTER ALL. diana digs for the key in her now completely drenched bag. ‘ ugh . . . where are you . . . ‘ profanity lurks on the tip of her tongue - ready to ambush. ‘ alright, alright. found it ! ‘ a sniff, wipes her nose with the back of her hand before inserting the small key into the lock and holds the door open for the other to enter. ‘ i’m so excited. hold on── ‘ door shuts behind them, fumbling hand searches for the switch to light up the dark. ‘ cute, right ? kinda small, but . . . cozy as fuck. ‘
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