#* ft. jacqueline

[superpcsitions]

@crvations​ !

     SOMEHOW, FOOD IS always involved whenever arlo and jacqueline are together. this particular time, arlo’s kind of high and starving at a weird, ungodly hour of the night. well, maybe not: it’s only around midnight or so, but he’s wound up by himself at one of the only places that sells food and stays open this late: it’s just a little gas station on the outskirts of the town. he can walk there fine; it’s right off of the cobblestone walkways of the island and on the other side, there are actual roads that cars drive on. in fact, sometimes arlo forgets that people can drive here. he’s so used to walking everywhere and seeing four-wheelers holding terrified tourists zip by and struggle along the stones.

just as he’s pacing the chip aisle, he looks up and spots a familiar face. instantly, his face lights up, though his eyes stay a tad tired from the weed. “jackie!” he exclaims, voice not too loud as not to scare the only worker. “what the hell, what brings you here? you must know this is the only place open for late night snacks. besides the diner, of course, but...” he snaps his fingers a few times. “i have no patience to wait for food.”

[superpcsitions]

@crvations​ !

     “JACQUELINE, I’M BOTH determined and confident that we’ll get so many samples in this market that we’ll be full by the time we reach the end.” arlo grins and turns a little on the balls of his feet to look at the other, his hands in his pockets as he does. the pair are taking a walk in the crisp austrian outdoors, in the naschmarkt. he sticks his elbow out for the other to slip their hand through and he pulls them close, partly to keep them warm and partly so he doesn’t lose them in the crowds of people. “whenever i travel, i always like trying the local foods and snacks. i feel like there’s no better way to properly...” he sticks a hand out in front of him and moves it as he speaks. “engulf yourself in a place than by eating what they’re known for.” again, he smiles quite fondly and wrinkles his nose.

“think fruits taste different in austria?”

[superpcsitions]

clean + reverse !

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

     ALMOST LIKE A monkey picking bugs off its baby, arlo tends to pick at fuzzies, hairs, anything off of people he feels close with. jacqueline stands in front of him as they wait for the fruit they ordered at a stand in the outdoor market. his eyes narrow on their back and he notices a few tiny pills on their sweater and he absent-mindedly picks at them. once jacqueline notices what he’s doing, they turn around to look at him and arlo offers a small smile, holding up the microscopic balls of fabric in his hand. in one breath, he blows them in their face and chuckles at their less-than-thrilled response.

[ reverse ]

     HE FEELS LIKE a little kid with the way jacqueline licks their thumb and drags it along arlo’s cheek. they’d just finished eating homemade pasta, which actually turned out pretty fucking good, but apparently arlo was more of a messy eater than he thought. eyes squinted, nose wrinkled, he’s putting up a fight mostly because he knows his struggle will annoy jacqueline, who pushes by his arms to get better access to him. they lick their thumb again and seemingly scrub at his cheek, which only makes arlo laugh harder.

“the licking?!” he exclaims as he gently pushes himself away. he rubs at the side of his face, his laughter starting to die down. “was that necessary?”