「 ▸ ▹™」:: ❝ — I mean, I guess that would be okay. As long as we’re all ready to be labeled as that lesbian band, and not in the goodlight we put it in. ❞ CONSERVATIVE PRICKS plague the land of South Korea and that’s no secret. yes, they aren’t the only nation that holds an insane amount and they probably don’t have the most but they still have A LOT. too many to comfortably sling around the L WORD. she’s sure the idea would repulse more individuals here than other, more liberal, countries and if they were based in America she’d be all for it. ( because America is the most liberal country, right? she went there once and even the air reeks of free will. ) Nyx’s idea makes her shift with uneasiness and instead of blindly agreeing, riley thinks it over for a moment. she, for one, can handle harsh criticism. all of the fucks she could give about some lowlife’s opinion were thrown away into the trashcans of her childhood long ago and she’s grateful for that. now she doesn’t have to waste them on idiots who don’t deserve her time. she’s indifferent to the thought of people outside of her friend circle finding out her true sexuality. she welcomes the hate and homophobia just so she can turn it into passion, fueling her to become the best damn guitarist in the best girl band. no, scratch that. not just the best girl band, the best band in general. but, that’s where the problem comes in. her bandmates, her precious bandmates. the fact that they might feel any suffering or discomfort fills her with anger and she wants to avoid that at all costs. unless they all have the same tolerance for critique as she does, if that’s so then she’s all for coming out.
❝ — As I see it, the public will either reject us completely or they’ll accept us— minus those few homophobic idiots that always seem to make their way into comment sections. Personally, I could care less about people bashing us. It’s just that we all need to have thick skin. ❞ the rare time riley spews something with actual substance. she’s prone to making everything light hearted but in situations like these she has to cage in her childish side a bit & be serious. she’s used to being belittled & harassed and she’s also seen it happen to others close to her. worst case scenario, it tears them down. best case scenario, it empowers them. the effects are unpredictable. ❝ — But, if we were to come out to the public then I like your idea. i wonder if news of our gayness would spread if we only did it at one show....we should do it twice just to be sure everyone got the message. ❞ BUT, no matter what the band decided to do she’d stand behind their every decision. the leo in her makes her the loyalest little bastard. noticing the crack of a smile on nyx’s lips pulls her out of serious mode and back into her normal state. her own lips curving into a grin.
❝ — Imagine that! some nicely dressed lady just suddenly asks, ‘so vixen, i’ve heard you all are lesbians. tell us about that.’ ❞ the scene unfolds in her imagination and she pictures their reactions. she thinks to herself ‘ i’d probably try to to get the interviewer’s number.’ that’s the fuckboy in her. ❝ — If someone ever asked that, no joke, i’d probably piss myself. and i’m sure we’d all go into very long, deep explanations about our love for girls. or at least, i would. the gay romantic in me would take over and i’d blab. ❞ riley has the same views on not being secretive, although, she wouldn’t mind putting her whole life on the table for people to see. there will always be someone in the world that dislikes them, it’s inevitable. so she’d rather them hate the raw version of herself rather than the watered down, hollywood version. misleading someone from her true personality is definitely not what she wants to do. she wants to show all of herself and have people love her just the way she is. that’s why she refuses to censor herself or pretend to be what she isn’t all for the sake of other’s comfort. she’s not a damn waitress, she doesn’t have to serve anyone’s needs. with quizzical eyes, she watches nyx climb the chair and wonders just what in the hell this little mouse is doing. a closed fist presses to her lips in order to keep the rumbling laugh inside her throat. for some reason seeing the tiny girl on a chair, poking the roof with her bass makes her heart fuzzy. nyx might not know it but her cuteness rivals that of a baby. she finds everything from her size, actions and even her voice to be adorable. her heart trembles and suddenly the laughter is gone, replaced with a warm feeling that echoes throughout her whole body. the love of friendship, she supposes.
Anyway, after successfully holding back her laughter she finds herself staring at the ceiling. presumably waiting for bella to come crashing down while yelling obscenities. when she doesn’t, her eyes pan back to nyx and it’s a smile tugging at her lips. ❝ — looks like we’re home free! we get to live another day being gay. ❞ her hands are outstretched as the elder steps down, just incase she misplaces a step and slips. then the atmosphere changes and she realizes it’s finally time to test out her new guitar. excitement sends shockwaves throughout her whole body and she’s practically jumping for joy. her hands no longer linger in the air, instead one wraps around the neck of her guitar while the other hovers over the strings. she takes a deep breath as her leader counts down and waits for the cue before plucking the strings of her guitar in various orders. the notes are fluid, meshing together easily with the roars of the other’s bass. she doesn’t mean to toot her own horn or anything but they sound damn good together. it’s a duet that fills her ears with nothing but sweetness and she finds herself getting lost in the music. her eyes close and she’s fully enveloped in the jam session. for a moment it’s just the rippling vibrations of their instruments prodding her ultra sensitive ears but then she decides to add the honey coated sounds of a voice to tickle the ears.
