#Felicity being all :D bubbly genuine smiles

[winterline13]

Already High Enough

@circus-clangen Teehee giggles aren't they just so silly

[zachwinthrop]

@roseblanche-x

        svelte fingers quirked around pin – straight, chestnut tresses; each sonant that absconded from between his sinful lips resulted in desolating increase in her body’s temperature. she varnished her locks to the side, ears carmine & clangorous with each L I E. she regarded the way in which he clinched at faith’s thigh, olive bedizen flesh rendering pallid scores from his searing fingertips. she ( y e a r n e d ) to leave similar prints upon his throat for being so fucking miserable, but she thwarted the sardonic return and inhaled crisp hair, hoping to deliver oxygen to her caliginous brain. ❝honesty, ❞ she echoed in her cloying timbre. ❝ you’re S O right, better late than never, ❞ she scorned. was he honest enough to divulge to faith that she was ( v a p i d ) and a piss – poor replacement for her? or perhaps forthright about his collective confessions of reverence? of course not, he couldn’t even be honest with himself.         ❝ an even better question is how the two of you met? it’s clear there’s some serious underlying history. must have been meaningful for the two of you to remain friends after all this time. ❞ asher probed, but not out of genuine curiosity for how, more so W H Y they’d dragged insensate, crippled encumbrance around for so long. what made them so compatible? he could practically touch the tension between them, blistering and bubbling, just begging to be extinguished. they weren’t ( f r i e n d s ) at all, but competitors in a jest that forced one or the other to detonate. why couldn’t they let it go? opulent petals twisted into a delicate smirk, her eyes lowering softly to the vacant space between them. in a rich, lucid flashback, she recounted that moment all to easily. its felicity consumed her, but reality was a B I T C H that always had a way of dropkicking you when you’re down.          she cleared her throat, placing her emptied glass upon the table. ❝ i keep trying to forget it, ❞ she muttered indistinctly, but she knew he heard & she M E A N T for him to – the worst fucking day of my life. alex swilled those words, however, lifting her gaze to capture his desolate rondures, “that was practically a lifetime ago. i barely remember it anymore.” she paused for a moment, her hands nimbly clouting against the table as she rose to four – inch heels. ❝ if you’ll excuse me, ❞ she spilled, her petite silhouette curving as she cater to asher with a soft kiss, ❝ i’ll be right back & there’d better be more champagne on the table when i return. ❞ she slipped from behind the table, louboutins carrying her lithe frame toward the bathroom.

         his eyes diminished to taut lines. his heart jolted to and fro, gaily as it went, but something much darker encumbered her chest and he was beginning to see its gloom eclipse her auric rondures. the ample innards of his cheeks clamped between rows of argent pearls, urging dregs of champagne to ooze from the skin, urging the pain to alert the receptors in his brain. anxieties arose that perhaps the games they were playing were not the same, and once they collided, it could be devastating. he needed to be S H A R P E R. for an inane moment, he desired nothing more than to reach out and touch her. feel the pulse throbbing beneath unsullied flesh and align his to match.          zach’s attention became diverted among the arising of a challenge from a competitor he could crush in an instant, should he need to. he almost pitied him. zach’s spine erected slowly, eyes connecting with asher’s. ❝ that is a good question, asher, ❞ he mocked, with all the innocence of a child playing upon his smile. alex continued to eject barbed falsities hoping that one of the thorns would puncture his sorry heart, but he was too occupied with trying to deduct her mindset to feel the sting. she deserted the threesome, and two pairs of eyes colossal with anticipation settled upon him. at this point, he had almost omitted faith’s presence from his precinct entirely.         ❝ to be honest with you, asher, i wanted to F U C K her so badly that it was all i could think about for weeks. but she wasn’t having it, you know? like you said, ❞ his eyes widened mockingly, ❝ complicated, isn’t she? but eventually she caved, just like she did for you, and the rest is history. in alex’s words, that was practically a lifetime ago. but this is now. did you ever stop to wonder why she’s never mentioned me? ❞ zach stands, approaches asher, then bends to his knees until they’re eye-level with one another. he wasn’t sure his risk would pay-off, but he took it, because he couldn’t live his life wondering what the look on his face would be if he didn’t. his voice lowers to a whisper that only asher can hear. ❝ did you ever wonder what that tattoo on her hip was? Z-J-W. that’s all me, asher. ❞ he tilts his head in the direction she fled. ❝ everything you curl up at night with, everything you play happy families with, that’s all ME. and i swear to you, you don’t know the half of it. if you think i’m a handful, she’s the weight of the fucking world and it’s about to come crashing down and break your fucking shoulders. ❞         he stands and turns to the two of them like a famously esteemed host, grinning bashfully. ❝ well! you both heard the lady. if she comes back to a champagne-less table, it’s all of our necks on the line. and a promise is a promise. ❞ he pivots away and saunters to the bar, positioning himself just right to catch her as she exits the restroom. he orders a fresh bottle of ❝ whatever the fuck the little brunette ordered earlier, please, ❞ and caught her by the hook of the arm as she emerged through the doorway. ❝ hi, gorgeous. what’s with the attitude? i thought we were f r i e n d s now, ❞ he utters playfully into the shell of her ear. and as if the gods themselves were watching over him, the opening notes of hotel california began to ring through the lounge speakers. he suddenly became INFECTED. he waltzes her toward the booth, spinning her body beneath his raised arm in a twisted dance, displaying her to asher and faith as though they were four close companions sharing a laugh, singing to the group, a private zach winthrop show attracting the eyes of other guests. ❝ baby, it’s our S O N G ! ❞ he crows spiritedly, loud enough for the group to hear, giggling to himself. and for that moment, the song does what it always does for him – elevated his spirits to near euphoric, the haunting lyrics chiming between his ears acting as some kind of temporary spell.

[alexandraburton-x]

 @zachwinthrop

        she remained caged within her GLASSED tenement, her face perfectly blank. he wanted to hook his nails beneath the edges of her mask and peel it from her skin - flesh and all - to divulge the snarling siren existing just below the surface. her spotless countenance was almost t o o telling of her ethos. he smiles impishly at her. i actually prefer you distant from me. he scoffs. ❝ you’re a terrible actress, alex. so why bother? ❞ he cocks his head, feigning innocence, and allows a slither of sweet elixir to gloss his throat.       zach watched as asher’s fingertips scintillated alex’s shoulder. dark fire scattered within him, starless oculars glinting with the presentation of a CHALLENGE. alex continued to coax him, d r a g her nails through dirt no one could survive should it become upturned. he spied asher’s subtle nudge to her, attempting to simmer alex back down to below boiling point. the tentativeness of the movement irked him. you don’t k n o w her like that. you don’t give attenuate cues to her like you know one another on some base level no one else in the room does. i do. thats not F O R Y O U. he smiled regardless, his former oblivious glee smouldering to ash. ❝ a habit not inherent but L E A R N E D. and only from the best, ❞ he catches her eye pointedly, ❝ i assure you. ❞       tension wove between them like vines. he swallowed the lump in his throat, washed it down with a mouthful of champagne, and piqued his ears to asher’s positively C H A R M I N G anecdote. he raised his eyebrows, feigning interest. ❝ c o m p l i c a t e d , ❞ zach repeats slowly, turning the word over on his tongue. ❝ i can’t imagine why. ❞ he glimmered to alex, his fingers sinking deeper into the crook of faith’s thigh. zach grinned foolishly and finished his glass. ❝ temptation? ❞ the word bumbled from his lips as though it were foreign. ❝ no idea what you mean, ale. but asher - it’s easy to get by as long as we’re HONEST with each other. i learned that the hard way. but at least i learned. ❞

        svelte fingers quirked around pin – straight, chestnut tresses; each sonant that absconded from between his sinful lips resulted in desolating increase in her body’s temperature. she varnished her locks to the side, ears carmine & clangorous with each L I E. she regarded the way in which he clinched at faith’s thigh, olive bedizen flesh rendering pallid scores from his searing fingertips. she ( y e a r n e d ) to leave similar prints upon his throat for being so fucking miserable, but she thwarted the sardonic return and inhaled crisp hair, hoping to deliver oxygen to her caliginous brain. ❝honesty, ❞ she echoed in her cloying timbre. ❝ you’re S O right, better late than never, ❞ she scorned. was he honest enough to divulge to faith that she was ( v a p i d ) and a piss – poor replacement for her? or perhaps forthright about his collective confessions of reverence? of course not, he couldn’t even be honest with himself.         ❝ an even better question is how the two of you met? it’s clear there’s some serious underlying history. must have been meaningful for the two of you to remain friends after all this time. ❞ asher probed, but not out of genuine curiosity for how, more so W H Y they’d dragged insensate, crippled encumbrance around for so long. what made them so compatible? he could practically touch the tension between them, blistering and bubbling, just begging to be extinguished. they weren’t ( f r i e n d s ) at all, but competitors in a jest that forced one or the other to detonate. why couldn’t they let it go? opulent petals twisted into a delicate smirk, her eyes lowering softly to the vacant space between them. in a rich, lucid flashback, she recounted that moment all to easily. its felicity consumed her, but reality was a B I T C H that always had a way of dropkicking you when you’re down.          she cleared her throat, placing her emptied glass upon the table. ❝ i keep trying to forget it, ❞ she muttered indistinctly, but she knew he heard & she M E A N T for him to – the worst fucking day of my life. alex swilled those words, however, lifting her gaze to capture his desolate rondures, “that was practically a lifetime ago. i barely remember it anymore.” she paused for a moment, her hands nimbly clouting against the table as she rose to four – inch heels. ❝ if you’ll excuse me, ❞ she spilled, her petite silhouette curving as she cater to asher with a soft kiss, ❝ i’ll be right back & there’d better be more champagne on the table when i return. ❞ she slipped from behind the table, louboutins carrying her lithe frame toward the bathroom.