partying bc i just finished my checkpoint exams although i bullshitted, like, 90% of it!!! whoooop
CHAPTER THREE
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OF MERLOT LIPS AND NOIR SKIES
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2006.
charcoal clouds swallowed the marmalade sun and coated the skies with a noir veil. priya had kept her word – she appeared in jen's doorstep, bringing a myriad of garments for their dressup game tonight. together with the moon, jen's heartbeat ascended.
"sorry that you had to wait for so long, darl," priya said, a smirk playing on her glossy lips, freshly slathered with her favorite cherry chapstick. "but i'm here now, so let's get this party started, shall we?"
in an instant, jen's lips split into a smile, one that held the presence of quite too many teeth to look pretty, but she couldn't help the excitement.
"great," priya returned the smile, eyes becoming crescents like the moon as she did so, secretly admiring the elder.
by 10pm, their small frames were adorned in a kaleidoscope of multicolored fabrics that glittered under the crepuscular light. their dresses swished as their bodies were doused in pale moonlight, feet sliding down the cold marble floor, tapping feverishly to the thumps of their heartbeat and fall out boy's dance, dance. dancing shimmying twirling until their lush garments weighed them down and oxygen felt scarce on their lungs.
the two fell on the bed, jen's head resting on priya's back, laughing the weariness away. tumescent hearts on the verge of imploding in the confines of their ivory ribcages. jen enjoyed every second of it: the way the moonlight glazed their flesh so finely, how priya's signature honeycomb peppermint scent lingered prominently in the spaces between their heaving chests, how the sound of her laughter melded perfectly with hers. the world had tilted back into its' axis and all was right.
priya's eyelashes fluttered against the arch of jen's bare back as she pulled her close, dainty little fingers securing their hold upon her hip. merlot rosebuds, freshly slathered with lipstick, coming in contact with her porcelain flesh, vibrant red substance tainting the once pristine skin. "i love you, jen," priya whispered like it was a scandal. "so, so much."
something warm brewed in the depths of jen's stomach, curdling her blood. an aftermath of the butterflies, she thought, albeit this one was admittedly a rather pleasant feeling. "really?"
"really really." priya assured, cracking into a smile so bright that the skies no longer needed the stars and the moon to illuminate it. "i want to stay like this forever,"
jen breathed, obsidian eyes looking out beyond the stained glass windows, gazing at the lone star that gleamed upon the sable skies. deep down, she wished for it too.
a/n; where am i going w this omg why is this all romantic mushy gay shit why
but not to worry folks there will be conflicts ! im planning them
