❝ — the sky is NOT made of candy & the world is NOT shiny.
L O V E tastes like cotton candy, diary entries &WASTED hours.
love demands an audience when it walks in or SLEEPS like a fairytale. it says i u n d e r s t a n dwaiting . . . . . . i understand that sometimes, it takes a K I S S to save a life.
『 ✘ — evgenia can see alejandra’s eyes becoming more distant and dreamlike as she speaks, perhaps reflecting on where her own life has taken her, and where it could go. flecks of deep brown married with lighter hues, seeming to twinkle in thought. resting her chin on her palm, the blonde’s mind wanders. what was the other girl’s story? where was she born? does she think fondly on her childhood? evgenia smiles wistfully. she doesn’t think she’d ever shared her story with anybody apart from winnie; it was locked down in her journals and she and her brother’s memories. talking about it seemed to do both good and bad. it was sort of relieving, when she spoke to the therapist back in russia, but also dragged a whole lot of unpleasant shit back up. “ yeah, you’re right, ” evie softly bites down on her bottom lip. “ it’s so strange. i never thought i’d live in las vegas, that’s for sure. maybe in time i’ll be somewhere else i’d never picture myself in. ” she laughs halfheartedly. she hopes it isn’t somewhere new, but home, back in chechnya. “ options… hm, to open a cute
café or bakery, or not? maybe jack can be our picasso, and it can be his little painting space. god, this is too adorable. but yes! the baking slumber party is a great idea— i’m sure winnie would adore it. plus there’s a new vegan cookie recipe i’ve been dying to try out. this sounds perfect. ” the icy blueness of evgenia’s irises grows warmer at the prospect of being in the company of her two favorite friends. despite the division of being on opposing teams, there were few people she cherished more. alejandra and evgenia hadn’t been friends for a long time; but in all corniness, it felt like they had. not including the leap in a friendship making out could bring, of course.
╚ ❀ — alejandra smiles warmly at evgenia, finding pieces of herself in the shape of the blonde. the unspoken words about their past incites alejandra’s curiosity. the brunette feels an UNEXPLAINABLE pull towards the other, a gut feeling that maybe evgenia & her share similar pasts, or perhaps pain. she wonders if they will ever reach a point where darker secrets escape, light shed on why the two are the way they are. alejandra hopes their relationship grows towards that deeper connection, even though she already feels an internal bond with evgenia. grabbing ahold of her curiosity to keep it at bay, alejandra nods encouragingly, “ i feel the S A M E way, i just hope it’s a place i want to be in – a place i get a chance to pick. don’t get me wrong, though, while sin city may not have been my first choice, it & the people i’ve met have grown on me. las vegas will now always be mi hogar. ” alejandra shrugs as she swallows down another sip of her drink, “ the choice is yours. isn’t that a beautiful thing to possess ? ” her smile widens, cheeks bunching as she exclaims, “ jack would be so pleased ! to paint exclusively for your café or bakery – a true honor. i’m glad you think so – i think it’s something we can all use ! & that sounds amazing, i never say no to a good vegan anything. ” her laugh tinkles through the air, mocha hues twinkling with excitement. “ i can bring a bottle of my F A V O R I T E mascato too ! we could even play fun games like truth or dare & twister. but, perhaps not seven minutes in heaven because kissing winnie would feel a luttle like cheating on our first connection. ” alejandra says with a giggle as faint blush stains her cheeks.
the rush he feels is merely a placebo at this point; the influence of the pulsating bass, alejandra’s warm breath GLIDING over his lips, their body heat intermingling in a crude dance that mocks anything innocent. the real high will flourish in about twenty minutes– sped up if alejandra decides she wants to put his black amex to the test at the expansive bar– starting slowly over his outermost nerve endings, sending s p a r k s through his fingertips that will dance up his arms and settle high at the base of his neck, quickening his pulse and sending every thought that plagues his mind into a dream-like realm. as surreptitious as his movements might have been, it wouldn’t take more than the slightest shift of her tongue for alejandra to notice what his own had left behind in its wake– just a little k i c k to get the night going, neither too potent nor overbearing. his own tablet dissolves rapidly under the heat of his tongue, accelerated by the slow, heady swipe rafael makes over his lower lip, reveling in the last bit of castillo left on his skin. it’s a RECKLESS decision made by a stupidly brave girl to entertain a night with the devil, but it’d be shameful if rafael just let her leave without showing her the greatest reaches of hell. “we can call it curiosity.” kiss-slick lips catch in the club’s flashing lights just at the right time to reveal their spread into a slow, tempting smirk sweeter than honey and twice as dark. “what do you like to drink?”
╚ ❀ — parts of her stomach are still tied tightly, knots that H E I G H T E N her awareness – one last plea of sanity. it serves as a reminder that no matter how much of herself she hands over to the brunet, a piece of alejandra remains skeptical. the aftertaste of rafael lingers on her tongue, sweeter than she recalled. it’s still foreign to her, igniting a craving for M O R E to satiate her curiosity. her heart still races, a tongue poking out to lick at her swollen lips once again. alejandra nods, carmine lips quirking upwards as she prompts, “ & what did you learn from your observations ? anything noteworthy ? ” she debates, carefully thinking over his question rather than rashly deciding. no matter how much control she attempts to let go, her fists seem to tighten on her wit. alejandra refuses to let rationale go, breaking skin & shedding blood to A V O I D impulsive decisions that leave regret in their wake. with a shrug, alejandra replies, “ i guess we can do shots ? more fun than a cocktail, but just as potent in numerous doses. this doesn’t seem like a beer scenario either. ” reaching out for his hand, alejandra tugs the brunet towards the bar as her heels click against the floor, the sound buried beneath the heavy bass. “ & maybe if you’re lucky… ” alejandra trails off as she glances behind her shoulder at her taller companion, “ or just nice because G O O D behavior goes a long way, i’ll let you do a body shot. the point is to try new things right ? ” the brunette prompts as she leans against the bar top, mind feeling fuzzier than it had minutes ago.
