𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨.
gilmore girls universe.
𐙚 | B L U E ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖
─── blue eyes like the sea on a
cold, rainy day
❝ 𝘉𝘓𝘜𝘌 𝘌𝘠𝘌𝘋 𝘉𝘌𝘈𝘜𝘛𝘠 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘌𝘋 𝘓𝘜𝘊𝘠 𝘋𝘈𝘕𝘌𝘚 ❞
Luciana Danes is the daughter of the famous Luke Dan...
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ chapter sixty-seven, Gilmore Girls — Season Three
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𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟐𝟑𝐫𝐝, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟑 ―୨୧⋆ ˚ LUCY'S POV
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❝𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐃, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐄?❞
I spin around to find Tristan standing behind me, dressed in a dashing suit with a smug grin on his face. My eyes move up and down, taking in the boy before me, and my pink-glossed lips upturn in a soft smile because wow. I've seen him in a suit several times before, but every time I do, he looks better than the last.
His eyes move up and down my body, taking in the ankle length satin midnight-blue dress I'm wearing. Thanks to Addy, I wear my hair back in a messy but classy bun, and I get to wear the most beautiful necklace which matches with the bracelet Tristan gifted me for my sixteenth birthday that I haven't taken off in two years. I think I look quite beautiful, and while I was opposed to prom, I'm actually pretty excited── especially because my date looks like he belongs on the front of one of those men's magazines.
Seriously, I don't think I can take my eyes off him. He's, well, beautiful in an indescribable way. I'm a lucky girl, I'll say that much.
He steps towards me, holding onto a corsage of pretty blue cornflowers. He lifts my arm, holding my elbow delicately as he ties the corsage onto my wrist. My smile remains as I lift my eyes, seeing that he's wearing a corsage of the exact same colour on the lapel of his suit jacket.
"You look beautiful, Blue." He pushes his mouth against mine quickly, and when he pulls back, a laugh bubbles from my throat. "What?"
I lift my finger, brushing his bottom lip. "Sorry."
He leans forward again, kissing me despite the fact that my lipgloss is wiping off onto his lips. When he pulls back, this time leaving me nearly breathless, he smirks. "What flavour is that?"
"Bubblegum," I answer, and he hums, licking his bottom lip. "Nice?"
"Oh, very." His hand slides into mine, and he pulls me closer. "Thanks for agreeing to prom. I know you were totally against going, but..." His eyes move up and down my dress again, that smug smirk never leaving his face. "...well, you look very, very ready for a wild night, Luce."
