APRICITY (n.) :
The warmth of the sun in winter.
"Swore I'd seen you before
Watched you walk through the door
Something in your eye
Reminded me of somebody I used to know
You touch my back
I took your hand
Something from your touch felt shockingly familiar
And I'd swore I'd seen you before
Oh, I swore I'd seen you before
Underneath the sheets, you enchanted me
And whispered sweet nothings in my ear
I shivered beneath you
All wrapped up in embers
It was a night to remember"
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It is a known fact that in the world of Formula One racing, only those who possess the mastery of controlling their cars like an extension of their bodies ever manage to succeed. However, to achieve such professionalism means lifelong sacrifice, giving away your childhood in favour of forging a career that demands nothing less than absolute dedication and perfection.
For Max Verstappen, the roar of engines and the thrill of high-speed corners were not just a calling but a destiny shaped by his father's legacy. From a tender age, the scent of motor oil and the symphony of revving engines replaced the lullabies of a typical childhood. With unwavering determination, Jos Verstappen sculpted Max into a prodigy, honing his skills on karting circuits long before peers had outgrown training wheels. While Jos's tutelage undoubtedly sharpened Max's racing instincts and technical prowess, the relentless pursuit of perfection and the weight of expectations—both from within and from the racing world—began to take its toll.
In complete contradiction comes Charles Leclerc, who found the love for racing through his godfather Jules, under whom he became the driver he is today, finding solace and joy in the act of racing itself rather than the relentless pursuit of perfection. Although his journey was marked by nurturing support and genuine love for the sport, the death of Jules, later followed by his father, severely impacted the young Monegasque's life. And so, he ended up seeking solace under the secret identity of Marc, a pianist who occasionally played at a jazz club in Monaco.
What happens when Max and Marc cross paths at the jazz club, developing an unbreakable bond even under the mystery of the brunette's real identity? Apricity is a story of love, emotion and hurt, where damage gets done.
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PLAYLIST:
Beautiful Stranger - Laufey
Like the Movies - Laufey
Let You Break My Heart Again - Laufey
Goddess - Laufey
Falling Behind - Laufey
A Night To Remember -Laufey, Beabadoobee
Work Song - Hozier
Like Real People Do - Hozier
Unknown/nth - Hozier
Damage Gets Done - Hozier, Brandi Carlile
She - Harry Styles
Two Ghosts - Harry Styles
Spooky - Dusty Springfield
Daylight - David Kushner
Family Line - Conan Gray
Stormy Weather - Etta James
City Of Stars - Ryan Gosling
Who Knows - Marion Black
touch tank - quinnie
The World We Knew - Frank Sinatra
La foule - Edith Piaf
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
Welcome to Apricity!
In this tale, we've interwoven the high-octane world of Formula One racing with the delicate notes of a jazz melody, creating a path for two damaged souls to find healing in each other. As you read, you may notice familiar song titles and lyrics sprinkled throughout — consider them our little treats for you to uncover.
Lots of love,
Lacie and Juji
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