V U L N E R A S T T I ( . plotted starter from carol )
it had taken a little convincing -- turns out alana still wasn’t entirely thrilled to let carol fly her everywhere, much less across a few states in one go. but if it isn’t home, nothing felt as close to it as lousiana. & there’s something very special there that deserved to be shared, particularly on an occasion such as this.
but here they are, & she’s never felt her heart quite as full as this in a very, very long time. her hand is entwined with her lovers, other arm wrapped around a teddy bear as tall as herself on the insistence that it’s ‘ bigger than me, i couldn’t possibly carry that giant thing around all night. ‘ & in alana’s other hand is a turkey leg nearly the size of her head.
no matter the layers of beads that already adorn their shoulders, kind strangers happily give them more as they move throughout the fair. the sun is starting to set, but the party is far from over -- the neon lights coming to life & boy does the ferris wheel look even more incredible.
she’s more surprised that alana had walked through the dirt & grass in kitten heels like an absolute champ. “ have you been here for mardi gras before? “ she asks, head bobbing to the tune of the creole band hitting up a tune on the stage they’re just passing. a glance to the small brunette’s face, completed with gold & green face paint & a greasy chin, still happily tearing away at the turkey leg. nose wrinkles in delight -- never has she been more in love!
“ i used to come here when i was younger. “ she admits, nodding to the go-kart track in the distance. not every memory was the best, but she loved it none the less. “ & then maria & i would bring monica here almost every year. i was pie eating champ for two years straight. “ she grins, chest puffing proudly. “ might try to regain my title. what do you think? “
