twenty one (pilots)

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She was sat in an arm chair, looking down at her phone when Damian sat on the couch next to her, camera pointed at her face. Along with him, was Josh, intently watching the view finder.

"So, Rose, Dan tells me you're new to England." I could see her tense up. She perked up from her phone and looked at Damian, then the camera he held.

"Y-yeah, actually." She said, stammering her words and clicking her phone off. She put on a smile, trying to seem polite.

"Something tells me you want to learn about England. So, in return, we thought that England would want to learn a bit about you. Or the people in it, rather." I adored the sense of curiosity my friends had for her. They treated her like a true piece of art, which is what she deserved to be treated as. Everyone adored her interests, and wanted to learn every little thing about her. She let them, but only her and I knew the truth. She was my work of art, and I was just showcasing.

"What's your favorite color?" He asked, twisting the lens so that her beauty would be in focus. I mouthed the word "red" as she said it.

"Do you believe in aliens?" I laughed internally and watched as her eyes flew open, every fiber in her body waking up from the bored and intimidated state they were once in. I slouched in my seat, covering my smile with my hand as I watched her go in and on about atoms, physics, and galaxies, Damian clearly regretting to ask his sarcastic question. She obviously took it seriously.

She shined brighter than any other star in any other galaxy that she adored. The more she talked about them, and the more she explained how lite years worked, the more she became a galaxy herself. And though she though her soul was dark, mysterious, and filled with nothing other than hamartias, it was made up of not only stars, but galaxies, holding each and every one of her secrets, and mine, too. My affection for her was just a ray traveling in lite years to her, trying to show her, trying to tell her, but it only got so far.

danisnotonfire: Rose?

blackaesthetic: dan i can literally see you from across the room what do you want

danisnotonfire: You're cute when you ramble about things you like.
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