White Teeth Teens :: (Tags + Davitt) [Vespoli Bonfire Blitz]
Feb 17, 2014 0:21:15 GMT -5
Post by L△LIA on Feb 17, 2014 0:21:15 GMT -5
( T A G G E R T Y E A M E S )
i like your reckoning
but we got our methods
and there's nothing here to stop
to stop this
i like your reckoning
but we got our methods
and there's nothing here to stop
to stop this
Smoke and stars swirl above me as I hold my hands up to the sky, basking in the light and addictive warmth of the bonfire. The flames have become an all-consuming centerpiece to the night, swallowing up everything around us, including my memory, and so I'm not sure at what point I left the lazy comfort of the hammock to dance and sway. My blood is still buzzing from the joint Cat gave me earlier and anything more than five feet away from me is cloaked in a fog of mystery. All I know is that I think I might be in love with this place. These Vespolis are in possession of some forgotten secret about freedom and even if I can't pinpoint exactly how it all works, I can feel it in the way being alive is an event here. No one decided to pile up the branches and ignite them, it just happened the same way the dancing began: inevitability.
Swaying in slow motion, I forget that I have two left feet and a dangerous lack of coordination as I reach out for the hand of the person nearest me. Something tells me that I recognize his face from earlier, but the puzzle pieces of logic and sense are scattered beyond my reach so that's just about the only fact I can grasp. Giggling in his face, something small and sharp pangs through me that sounds an awful lot like Bastille's voice — listen sweetheart, you talk like that in there, they'll eat you alive — but the echo of his chiding from the other night isn't enough to tame me. "You could be a pirate with that ship. I've met pirates who probably wished they had a ship like that." This is actually true, but I'm halfway-incoherent right now, so he probably thinks the closest I've ever been to a pirate is reading fairy tales as a kid. "I want you to know: peg legs are not a myth. Sometimes legs really do get eaten by sharks and replaced with wooden stumps. That's real life." This place, on the other hand, may not be real life. It sure doesn't feel like it, but that doesn't stop me from throwing my head back and grinning at the stars anyway.