march 9th.
We came to New Orleans for his show he had tomorrow. I had a shoot earlier this morning, so I was out of it the whole day.
I loved New Orleans ever since princess and the frog, so I absolutely had to come with.
While I was checking the bed for anything crazy, he came out the bathroom pulling his beanie off.
"Can you do my braids over right quick?" He asked, twisting his braid in between his fingers.
"Jacques, it's late." I frowned even though I was going to do it anyways.
"I know, I know. You work fast. Pleaseeee?"
17 minutes later.
"Stay still."
He kept putting his cheek on the inside of my thighs since I was wearing biker shorts and they were out.
"My bad. It's mad cold and you warm."
It was chilly in the hotel room. It was a nice cold though, but we feel temperatures differently I learned, so it was probably freezing to him. Like I was wearing sweatpants, but I took them off and changed to the shorts. I got up to grab him my cover I always bring with me, and put it over him.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," I yawned.
"You sleepy?"
"Yes, you?"
"I will be in a second. It's so fucking cold."
I lightly laughed. "I'll lay on you when we get in the bed."
"Please do cause fuck."
"It's better than being hot..."
"I'm used to hot, not cold."
Once I finished rebraiding his hair, I put the mousse on, oiled his scalp, and then put his durag on to make sure everything stayed while we slept.
next morning.
He had a sound check to go to in the morning, and I wanted to try this tea spot that was near the hotel.
I decided to just walk there since it was so close. Plus, it was beautiful outside today.
I ordered some tea and this beignet thing with this sandwich someone convinced me to try. It was so cute in the inside, but I wanted to eat outside.
The sandwich looked triflin, but it was good surprisingly. I sat there enjoying everything and then this pretty middle aged woman walked up to me.
"May I sit here beautiful?" This woman asked me.
"Yes, of course." I smiled.
She had the most prettiest locs, and the cutest jewelry and outfit on.
"I felt the need to read you. May I read you?"
Caught me off guard a bit.
"Uhm, yes. Sure."
She grabbed my hands gently and closed her eyes. She stayed like this for a bit.
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serenity / travis scott
Fanfictionse·ren·i·ty /səˈrenədē/ noun the state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled. "an oasis of serenity amidst the bustling city"
