꧁ 𝓐𝓶𝒆𝓼 𝒆𝓷 𝓹𝒆𝓲𝓷𝒆 ꧂
His intoxicating kisses
Helped her to forget
Better than any alcohol
The pain of her grieving heart.
Addictive,
She took possession of his mind
Faster than any drug
Ever did.
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It had only been two minutes since their arrival, but Hana could already tell that this party was going to be memorable.
With her hand clasped tightly around Akaashi's so she wouldn't lose him in the crowd, Hana let herself be guided between the drunken students dancing to the rhythm of the blaring music. The young man seemed to know the place like the back of his hand, slaloming between people without the slightest hesitation. He seemed barely interested in his surroundings, stopping only to greet to a few of his acquaintances, while the brunette didn't know where to look at.
He'd taken her to a theme party.
In fifteen years of existence, Hana had attended a good number of student night, but she had never been to a theme party. She remembered that she briefly mentioned it during one of these special moments with her partner, but she didn't expect him to take note, nor to surprise her by bringing her to one.
Phosphorescence. That was the word that set the mood.
The vast majority of guests had pretty patterns on their skin, made with turquoise, fluorescent paint that lit up with light in the dark. They ranged from designs worthy of the greatest works of art to simple, colorful strokes that were no less impressive. Every bit of the guests' uncovered had a luminescent arabesque. Face, arms, legs, sometimes even back and torso. Hana's eyes flickered rapidly from one person to the next, eager to observe as much as possible in the allotted time. And if Akaashi's grip hadn't dragged her along, the figure skater would most likely have remained in the same place for quite some time, observing the beautiful angel wings a girl had painted on her back.
Hana wondered if she, too, could find a bit of that painting somewhere, so she could fit in with the mass of revelers. Her thoughts were cut short, however, when a shot glass appeared in front of her, like an invitation to dip her lips into it. The young woman straightened her head and saw that not only had they arrived at the bar, but that his gaze was already and intensely focused on her. The blue of his eyes seemed greatly diminished by the black of his pupil, reminding her that he was already well ahead of her. This had to be remedied.
Hana gave him a pretty smile as she grabbed the glass, brushing the boy's fingers as she went, and moments later he handed her salt and a slice of lemon. And when they were both ready, their glasses clinked together before their contents were emptied in one gulp.
Neither flinched as the salt assaulted their tongues or the tequila shot burned their throats, but Hana couldn't help but wince as she bit into the citrus. The brunette still hated the "lemon step". She didn't even know why she'd offered this drink to the young man, when clearly he was the only one here to appreciate this damn lemon slice.
Fortunately for her, after the third consecutive shot, the citrus taste disappeared completely, her taste buds too numb to feel the acidity. A sigh of contentment crossed her lips as a fog crept into her mind. A fog she knew as much as she loved it, and which always had the gift of putting all those unwanted thoughts on pause. Right now, Hana felt as if she were on cloud nine, free and detached from all those Tellurian anxieties, and nothing else mattered to her.
