#exxxquisitesvip

[mindsmade]

@exxxquisitesvip / damien / sc.

❛ I know you can't stay too late. I'll have you home in time, ❜ Perry vows, hand brazenly positioned on Damien's. The sun's approaching the treeline on the horizon, tinting the sky in swathes of orange, pink and even purple. She reckons they just need a better view of it — somewhere on a hilltop; somewhere quiet. She nods towards their parked motorcycles. ❛ Let's find a place of silence beyond the county line. ❜

[mindsmade]

That's what she wants to hear. She wastes no time to get back on her motorcycle, secure her gear and speed off ahead of Damien. They filter through traffic with that ease unique to bikes, passing between this lane and that. Before she knows it, they're on their final climb up a particularly steep hill. As they encroach on its apex, she briefly gestures to the side of the road, where a short path will take them to a public parking space.

Once there, she retraces her earlier steps in reverse — off comes the helmet, the gloves and the padded jacket, all of which she stores in the saddle cases. Once those are locked, she pivots and bounds over towards Damien. ❛ You're lucky I led you to a nice place this time. Who knows what dark place I could've taken you in all your willingness to follow me anywhere? ❜ she grins, parroting his earlier words.

❛ C'mon. It's a two minute walk from here. ❜

Damien scanned the horizon, admiring the warm hues of the sunset and distantly thought that there was something different about this one. He'd seen sunsets all across the world, at varying heights, varying degrees. They were all the same; but he couldn't imagine he'd seen one so beautiful until today, until now. Something about Perry just made everything brighter, more saturated.

But he could only admire it for so long, gaze drawn somewhere far more lovely. Damien studied her profile, tilting his head to the side and smiling. He needed to be at the airport for eleven, before that, he needed to stop at Amelia's and grab his things. Time was running out but he couldn't really bring himself to care at this point.

❝ Let's go, ❞ he agreed easily. ❝ I'll follow you anywhere. ❞

[mindsmade]

@exxxquisitesvip / meme: dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

Perry will never be caught declining an invitation to dance! Up she jumps, a grin smeared across her face and her hand in Damien's. Before he can even think of leading her to the dance floor, she's dragging him towards it. It's zeroes night, so the melange of Beyoncé, Lady Gaga and a whole slew of shitty boybands hits just right.

Upon reaching the margins of the centre of the floor, she quickly pivots towards him, grasping his other hand and pulling him nearer. ❛  You're the only guy dancing! And look at you,  ❜ she almost shouts, settling into a comfortable sway, ❛  looking so fine while at it!  ❜

The woeful group hanging at the bar, practising their piss-poor pick-up lines, fades from her peripheral view. The people surrounding them provide a pleasant backdrop, helping to set the pace below the pulsing lights overhead.

But then, mere minutes into it, the beams of coloured light swing aside, the room darkens, and the pace of the music drastically slows. By the time some semblance of colour and visibility return, she hears ... Enrique Iglesias? Oh, Gods.

❛  Wow. This DJ ...  ❜ She looks around for a moment, peering at those that find their dancing partners only now. They must've been waiting for an opportunity for that specific type of intimacy only slow dancing allows.

She'd hurl if not for the look on Damien's face that her eyes land on at the final second. ❛  If it turned out you bribed the guy to coax me into slowdancing with you,  ❜ she starts, eyes narrowing ( yet brimming with amusement ) as she slinks nearer, settling her front against his, ❛  I'll do unspeakable things to you. Make of that what you will, babe.  ❜

Perry relents, though, and falls into step alongside him. She's leading this dance. ❛  Let your imagination run wild — just don't step on my feet while you're fantasising.  ❜

[mindsmade]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘   ?

love as being known:  [ love is knowing all of someone and loving them anyway ] when tim kreider said "if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known" and when joe wright said "The idea that these two people know each other, knew each other when they first saw each other. That they recognized each other from their future" and when micah nemerever said "it was a relief and a horror to be known so perfectly"

tagged by: @valheri ( thank you sm!! ) tagging: god idk who’s been tagged at this point. i’m a bit behind SJFJ. @astremourante or @exxxquisitesvip ( damien ) / @gunslingcr / @afraidofchange ( miranda ) / whoever else still wants to do this!!