#love all around me

[betweenthetimeandsound]

Love All Around Me

The first thing Adrian caught about the girl was her long, dark brown hair, sweeping across one side in a cascade of waves. The girl played with those loose strands with her fingers, picking off any split ends.  

 As that girl walked across the sidewalk, Adrian’s gaze fell onto her perfectly tanned legs, cruising across the sidewalk like a supermodel. He noted the high-heels, the black contrasting against her bright skin; the suede against the slight hairs on her leg. 

His first instinct was to grab his camera, an expensive one he bought a month ago, and take a picture of this beauty. Everything in this scene was so perfect; it could be portrayed with excellent precision behind the lens, even if it was black and white. The cityscape, the dark and light between the safety of the café and the harsh glare of the real world, contrasted together well, with the girl walking across, minding her own business.  There was so much life in this photo, it seemed immortal.  

Leaning his arm against the table, stroking the camera, another thought came onto Adrian’s mind. 

She’s hot. He smiled as the girl passed him, her hair nearly brushing his cheek, an aura of heat surrounding him. I really want her. 

Abandoning his table, he sprinted towards her, clumsily stumbling along the way who casually looked at a window of an unknown store nearby. She dreamed of getting the latest pair of jeans, to satisfy herself from her own day to day attire. But to Adrian, even in those boring clothes, she made it look like it came out of those fashion magazines she read. She brushed her hair off her forehead, and Adrian tapped her shoulder.  

She took a glance at him, almost confused. “Yes?” 

Adrian simply stared. “Yes,” he muttered. He then cupped her shoulder with his hand. 

The girl twisted her lips, and her heart rate increased pulled back, but Adrian didn’t budge. He pulled her tighter towards his chest, and dragged her towards the table. She struggled against him, trying to escape his strong grip.  

“No,” she yelled, backing away from him.  

Adrian returned to his seat as she and Adrian took their seats, underneath a large, green umbrella. Around them, people were serving food, eating, drinking, and talking. “No,” she repeated herself, but Adrian didn’t listen to her. 

Quickly afterwards, Adrian took notice of her features. He started at her eyes, dark and wide, bringing him into a world of intense lust. He touched her lips with his fingers. They were perfect, pink, and innocent. He saw beauty before, but he never got to completely experience it beyond the lens of the camera. Compared to the cold, beauty-hunting mission he goes through all the time, he could feel the heat between them. 

The girl blushed; her cheeks glowed pink against her tanned skin. She smiled, but it was very small, cautious about what Adrian would do next. She grazed her fingers against her sleeveless, coral pink cashmere top, picking off any flaws and tossing them onto the table. She stared across the distance, analyzing everything people were doing—inside and out. 

Adrian smiled. The last girl he had been in love with was not a girl, but a woman ready to join the army. When he had lunch with her, she was solemn, knowing her life could end very soon. He usually saw a rosary in her left wrist, under her denim jacket—not unlike the ones he prayed with frequently. She would frequently thread its delicate beads, asking God if this war was meant for her and if she was prepared to fight for her country. In comparison, this girl in front of him smirked at him playfully, despite resistance from him earlier.  She smiled and played with his hands, almost analyzing them. Nothing suggested she would fight some battle abroad, or even in her heart. Instead, she beamed like a ray of sunshine, tapping her feet beneath the table. 

Ready to make a move, Adrian went over to another table and grabbed a menu. He quickly skimmed over it, and then offered it to her. 

She nodded. “Yes,” she replied, and then took it. As she read the menu, Adrian stroked his camera. He got the girl where he wanted her to be, and prepared for the shot. 

Lifting her head, the girl noticed. “No,” she exclaimed, putting her hand on the camera. Adrian put it down, almost shocked she said that. She called out a waiter, and told him her order. 

Adrian stared at her, almost falling off of the chair from lust. He picked himself off, almost embarrassed, and dusted off his camera. She looked across from her seat at the cars up ahead, brushing a few curls off her face. She got up, and noticed a bunch of roses nearby—deep red, velvety roses, eclipsed by the shade. She picked one, and then returned to the table, handing it to Adrian with a smile. 

Before he knew it, Adrian grabbed the camera and snapped that photo, happy with her offer. 

“Yes,” he replied as he took the rose from her. He took a deep breath, investing in the emotions, the substance this flower had. He threaded through the velvety pedals. The only flowers he had saw from day to day were the ones he captured between the lenses, analyzing the colors the light shot through when he managed that flash, trying to control the multitude of weather conditions and lighting in order to get the image he wanted.  

Soon enough, the girl’s order came: a caramel milkshake. Adrian observed, and almost laughed, because he was shocked how a high-maintenance girl like her would take in such an indulgence.  

She left again, and got another straw alongside her own—an invitation? 

“Yes?” she asked as she placed her own straw inside the milkshake. 

“Yes,” he said, and started drinking the milkshake. While he continued to enjoy the shake, she pulled off and wiped the whipped cream from her mouth. She reapplied her lipstick—a fresh, innocent pink, and smiled. 

She pointed at herself. Adrian turned his head,  

Adrian nodded, and then continued drinking the milkshake. 

“I’m Juliana.” 

“Yes…” Adrian smiled, recognizing her face. He touched it, letting it warm him. He puckered his lips, ready to get the kiss he wanted for so long. But as he slid his hand down her neck, she put her finger up. 

“No,” she whispered. She took another sip of the milkshake, focusing on Adrian’s dark hazel eyes. She offered her hand in turn and felt the brush of lips. 

Author's Note: This is a short story I've written several years ago. I thought of extending it, but I felt like it's as nice it could be. What do you think?

[crowkip]

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[chloesimaginationthings]

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[sashthesloth]

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[saragrosie]

Sketching while streaming s5...

Jonathan Sims I will learn to draw you (this is my doing. I could draw him however I want and I choose to stick with an image of him in my brain that is difficult for me to draw. Masochism.)

Not s5 Mahtins below I enjoyed drawing cuz hes neat:

(Edit: I yassified Martin in the do not separate cuz I wanted his hair fluffier)

[egophiliac]

was this anyone else's first thought, or

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"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"

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[astralpenguin]

self care is writing a fic that you’re literally the sole target audience for

[arundolyn]

today i bring you aba stimming. tomorrow? who knows

[myrkulitescourge]

the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me

just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.

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in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.

how am i supposed to act normal about this.

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[delicourse]

i miss them a little if im gonna be honest

[luyo-mi]

🐙❤️

[moonfableflor]

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