. ｡ * ﾟ ･☆ ┃ land of the free, home of the brave • raven & preston genuine excitement was a rare find when it came to raven, yet there she was, pearly whites on view as she made her way towards the roof. bag in hand, she held tightly to it as there came to be a bounce in her step. majority of those that set sights on her would have spoken of how uncharacteristic that was, yet those that were gifted to truly dive into the depths of what stardust she was made of, were aware that such an action was only the tip of the iceberg. in the words of allen ginsberg, she thought she was an eternal golden sunflower inside ( though, one which storm clouds loomed over on most days ). she had heard numerous times that it was not the destination but the journey and while on a road trip that could be argued to stand, this was not the case. reaching the roof was the best moment of all . . and at the sight of preston, smile only brightened. she makes her way over; allowing self to drop into sitting position besides him. ❛ listen! i got those cute sparkly sticks, whatever they’re called, to light up while we’re up here. they make for cute pictures, i’ve always wanted a cute picture with one of ‘em. i got like seven boxes, i hope that’s enough - there’s like ten or twelve in a box, i forgot. ❜ she’s more than quick to terminate speech after that, having forgotten to take breaths between words delivered. @prston
