( the lingering heat from the long-set sun sits on her skin like a balm, various layers of paint drawn and dried across her sternum - colored over her collars, the slope of a shoulder, down along the cage of her ribs on the opposite side. the crocheted bathing suit complimenting her frame and matching creme top slouched over one arm surely hadn't been brought with her โ but then again, how did she end up here in the first place? rouge burns the tip of her nose, the rounds of her cheeks, and she's cupping her own bronzed mug of spiked cider. something to take the edge off of the battering heat of summer coming to an end โย something, perhaps, to help her slip a bit further into the delusion that any of this was by happenstance.
a towering bonfire keeps her gaze where she's found herself perched, but what's more is the verdant hues of another just above the lick of the highest flame that for the third time meet with hers. there's nothing to say it's not merely the dance of fire playing tricks on her, the alcohol humming at the tip of her skull feeding her illusions, but there's something about the paint left aglow on the bodies that still linger amongst the grounds - how the air still feels thick even without the sun - that unsettles her, leaves her restless, eyes searching for some sort of escape.
inevitably, something draws her to the evergreen maze just beyond a twinkling garden. and itโs not long within its stretching limbs that she meets now familiar eyes again, the same glittering of green and smattering of freckles, just after coming to an opening at the heart of the maze.
a fountain separates the two, drink nearby the pout of her mouth where blue and pink bracelets hang at her wrist, and she pauses. the faint breeze skirting the grounds rustles neatly-cut ivy bushes, stirs at her hair, and heart thuds something stern in her chest. it's just the two of them, and so when she calls out he'll know it's to him, brow raised and cider still glistening on her lips. )
The glow in the dark paint really ruins your camouflage.
wildcard-ish + excuse my tl;dr
a towering bonfire keeps her gaze where she's found herself perched, but what's more is the verdant hues of another just above the lick of the highest flame that for the third time meet with hers. there's nothing to say it's not merely the dance of fire playing tricks on her, the alcohol humming at the tip of her skull feeding her illusions, but there's something about the paint left aglow on the bodies that still linger amongst the grounds - how the air still feels thick even without the sun - that unsettles her, leaves her restless, eyes searching for some sort of escape.
inevitably, something draws her to the evergreen maze just beyond a twinkling garden. and itโs not long within its stretching limbs that she meets now familiar eyes again, the same glittering of green and smattering of freckles, just after coming to an opening at the heart of the maze.
a fountain separates the two, drink nearby the pout of her mouth where blue and pink bracelets hang at her wrist, and she pauses. the faint breeze skirting the grounds rustles neatly-cut ivy bushes, stirs at her hair, and heart thuds something stern in her chest. it's just the two of them, and so when she calls out he'll know it's to him, brow raised and cider still glistening on her lips. )
The glow in the dark paint really ruins your camouflage.