[ groom ] Jared :3
Being free from the prison that contained her was one thing, but being here with Jared Jones was another. Demetria was a free bird –– wings soaring through the sky and carrying her through deadly clouds as though she was a thunderbolt, ready to strike her grief upon anybody at any moment. Though, with healing came a change in mind. As expected, the beauty was still as feisty as she had always been; that was something that would not simply change overnight. The biggest change within her was that she no longer wanted to burn people for the smallest of reasons. No – Demi had truly grown since leaving the institute, blossoming into a fully flourished butterfly; cocoon snapping and hanging upon its ghostly tree as she spread her wings and learned to fly finally… And it was all thanks to Jared. It was ironic, how they had both acquired small characteristics from one another and had really adapted to living in harmony. Jared was no longer as socially awkward as he once was; he had come to learn how people worked and how to act in certain situations whereas Demetria had learned to bite her tongue and obtain her very controversial opinions. Together, they had conquered the darker sides to their own personalities – combatting the weak and blooming into two souls, created in symphony as though their own orchestral notes would not survive without the other. Fingertips curled around chocolate curls to the right of her shoulder, wispy lashes battering towards her own reflection as she felt warm fingertips dancing along her spinal cord. Behind her, stood the tutor – a glimmer in his eyes, thick brows knitted together as though he was trying to fight back the ever-growing smirk that littered its way across his adonis features. It was an outfit that she had chosen herself; a black strappy dress, accompanied with a white glittered belt that clung tightly to her waist in order to shape her hourglass as it’s skirt flowed out and over her thighs, sophisticated enough to impress those at the family event she had not yet met, but just as easy for her lover to tug off later when they returned home, through alcohol fuelled actions. The only issue was, that she couldn’t reach the back herself... As the grinding of the zip worked its way up her back, Jared’s own sapphires finally lifting to look at their reflection – TOGETHER, the smile that he gave was only mirrored within hers. For once, Demetria wasn’t glazing over her own body, thinking about herself… Her ego had been pushed aside and for once, she had grown to realise that the bigger picture was more important than her own shreds of narcissism and the burning need to have all eyes on her – especially, when the only hues she needed lay behind the features of the man towering over her.
“Do you think your mom will like it? God –– I can’t believe that I’m meeting your whole family… Obviously, your mom knows about how we met but, what do the rest know?”
ASK MEMES | ALWAYS ACCEPTING.
