Not A Happenstance » Alex Turner [On HOLD]

1976: Living la dolce vita.

The sun was hitting my face pleasantly, I could feel the light touching my eyelids, like I was just laying in the middle of the beach. What my fingers softly pinched wasn't dry sand crumbling in between them, it was a steady material of a blanket, as I guessed. I didn't want to open my eyes this time, this time everything felt so perfectly fine, and someone in my mind retorted, that maybe it's just my hospital bed that feels so convenient. As a pessimist, I undoubtedly was, I couldn't pass a thought about me actually resting in a coffin which is soon to be closed. However, it was a bit more than obvious, that I was alive, since I could feel my body rolling onto another side without me thinking of doing that.

There was no alarm clock sound or any scream, there was nothing that would tell me about the story I was going to wake up in, except my flair telling me, that it's not going to be a happy-ending type of the story. 

If I decided to ignore my body waking up, maybe I would never need to live through it?

Someone's fingers grasped my shoulder, moving it softly, but not making a sound, unfortunately. I didn't need any words to know, who's that. I was in a lot better charge of the body I was in now, but anyhow, I was still just a light of the boss's mind, so I let him lead me.

"Oh.." He opened his eyes to be blinded by the sunshine, but we got nothing like that. That rolling to change the sides worked really well. That little gasp was just an introduction to words I couldn't keep down. "You are so beautiful, how?"

"It's called happiness. I am happy, Dante." For the whole time of this suspiciously beautiful dream I couldn't feel stranged out until this moment, when her lips said foreign to my ear name. The main mind playing in my head didn't flinch at all, didn't send that cold water running down your back feeling from head to toe, and I let myself trust him. "I hope, one day you will get hooked up on it enough to.."

"Don't even start that talk again." That head we shared shook, and I felt my soles touching the hardwood floor. I leaned , with one hand grasping the shirt that laid screwed up on the ground, with my eyes looking around for my jeans. The moment my eyes met the mirror, I couldn't care less about trousers. 

What I saw there was this softly tanned guy, with his a bit fragile, like mine, built, but masculine enough at the same time. His bare skin wasn't the thing that hit me in the head, it was his face. In the mirror in the familiar stranger's room, I saw myself. Alex David Turner, from High Green Sheffield. The view from the window was idyllic Mediterranean morning, with a soft breeze coming around the house. My long bangs were gone, just like gloomy afternoons of my land. Instead of my charming swirls, I could see my hair messily laying after being combed back, and surprisingly, my skin swoon from this image of me.

"Dante? Talk with me." I heard her voice again, as her hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me back into the bed. The shirt slipped from my palm, and I felt how my body got in touch with her. Her stomach, my back. My confusion, her heat. Everything fell into places so easily, I couldn't resist but smile.

"Love, I was just messing around." I knew, the one who controlled my speaking wasn't just screwing with her, and his anger was real, but her touch managed to erase it in one easy step. I turned around, now facing her. She had those mesmerizing eyes that just reflected the love from deep within, and the only emotion that could get through me right now, was happiness. "Marina.."

I never agreed with the saying, that sometimes to be happy you only need a little company. 

Despite my own attitude, all my brain could reckon about was my hands on her hips, as I let my lips sink into the pit of her collarbone. 

 Her palms cupped my cheeks, pushing me a bit back, making me look her straight in the eye again.

"Happy birthday, rascal."

[A/N] Well, what can I say. Happy birthday to a perfect human being, Alex David Turner. 

Casting for Marina? You probably already know.]