sorry, heart, for all the illusions { bay/katelyn } ep. 3
Aug 13, 2016 14:36:12 GMT -5
Post by D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza] on Aug 13, 2016 14:36:12 GMT -5
BECAUSE
TONIGHT,
WE ARE
The lights go down and the line of silhouettes turns from five to four. The competition is thickening; I am sure that the personalities and sob stories of the other contestants are going to emerge, but I promise not to lower my head.
I entered this competition to have fun, which I have, but this hole in my heart has grown too deep to be patched up—my feelings are getting mixed and scrambled. I've been at this stage before: the calm before the storm, the crucial point of a relationship where a few words can make or break it.
And my heart has been broken too many times to know that recovery gets longer due to the increasing severity of love.
I look in the mirror. Gold leaf eye shadow which is blended into my crease, with a light smoky effect towards the corner. Threaded eyebrows and lashes elegantly curled towards the sky. A gentle face; I've been clubbing enough times to know make-up ends up being a sweaty mess or is washed off with salty tears. I figure that there is class in simplicity, sophistication in the ability to be a timeless beauty from any era.
Waves of my dark hair are pulled tightly back into a ponytail which fades into a staple: a little black dress. I inhale, brushing myself down before adding a smile, my final accessory.
There are snakes in my stomach, again, because Katelyn doesn't strike me as the 'clubbing' type. Admittedly, Ignis promises to be so much more than an average club, and perhaps it has a unique sense of style and grace—things that may appeal to Katelyn. After all, Katelyn seemed to have a taste for style and grace, and she proved that when she wore the flowing black gown on the first date.
I wink at my reflection, before turning and grabbing a midnight beaded clutch and heading downstairs to meet the limo. The door closes behind me, and I enter into a different world. Thick air, quiet sounds; all I can really hear is the murmur of people outside and my heartbeat which has crawled into my ear. There's no rhythm to the sound though, and the beat seems random and lost.
A single beat, and Katelyn is on my mind.
The evening sun casts a watchful eye over me as I stand outside for the limo. It pulls up and a few people with large cameras step out momentarily to record my entrance. The door slides open, revealing a luxurious interior. Padded walls with lights like stars in the ceiling, a long seating area which meets with a small drinks tray. I help myself to a glass of the shining drink, taking a sip before arching a brow at Katelyn, who sits opposite me.
The engine roars from the front of the limo, and the begins to pass us by through the tinted windows.
"I wasn't expecting this. The budget must be through the roof for this season." I say with light laughter. I've never arrived to a club in a limo before; most of the time I arrive on pink stilettos. This limo certainly reflects the exclusivity of Ignis, as if the four month waiting list isn't enough.
Typical clubbing music plays to pass the time. Katelyn and I engage in small talk. Our voices are accompanied by the pulse of the music, creating an atmosphere similar to the inside of a club, but on a much smaller scale.
An appetiser—I hope Katelyn likes it.
And then the wheels grind to a halt, the door swings open and the music fades. I look to Katelyn, giving her a reassuring smile. "Ready?" I say, rising from the seat. I place a hand on her shoulder. "I want you to enjoy yourself, and enjoying yourself means letting go, just for tonight." Katelyn steps out from the limo first, her feet standing atop a purple carpet which extends from the glass entrance. Glowing bold letters stand proudly above the door, christening the club as Ignis.
Blue eyes dive into Katelyn's. "You can do that, right?"
I entered this competition to have fun, which I have, but this hole in my heart has grown too deep to be patched up—my feelings are getting mixed and scrambled. I've been at this stage before: the calm before the storm, the crucial point of a relationship where a few words can make or break it.
And my heart has been broken too many times to know that recovery gets longer due to the increasing severity of love.
I look in the mirror. Gold leaf eye shadow which is blended into my crease, with a light smoky effect towards the corner. Threaded eyebrows and lashes elegantly curled towards the sky. A gentle face; I've been clubbing enough times to know make-up ends up being a sweaty mess or is washed off with salty tears. I figure that there is class in simplicity, sophistication in the ability to be a timeless beauty from any era.
Waves of my dark hair are pulled tightly back into a ponytail which fades into a staple: a little black dress. I inhale, brushing myself down before adding a smile, my final accessory.
There are snakes in my stomach, again, because Katelyn doesn't strike me as the 'clubbing' type. Admittedly, Ignis promises to be so much more than an average club, and perhaps it has a unique sense of style and grace—things that may appeal to Katelyn. After all, Katelyn seemed to have a taste for style and grace, and she proved that when she wore the flowing black gown on the first date.
I wink at my reflection, before turning and grabbing a midnight beaded clutch and heading downstairs to meet the limo. The door closes behind me, and I enter into a different world. Thick air, quiet sounds; all I can really hear is the murmur of people outside and my heartbeat which has crawled into my ear. There's no rhythm to the sound though, and the beat seems random and lost.
A single beat, and Katelyn is on my mind.
The evening sun casts a watchful eye over me as I stand outside for the limo. It pulls up and a few people with large cameras step out momentarily to record my entrance. The door slides open, revealing a luxurious interior. Padded walls with lights like stars in the ceiling, a long seating area which meets with a small drinks tray. I help myself to a glass of the shining drink, taking a sip before arching a brow at Katelyn, who sits opposite me.
The engine roars from the front of the limo, and the begins to pass us by through the tinted windows.
"I wasn't expecting this. The budget must be through the roof for this season." I say with light laughter. I've never arrived to a club in a limo before; most of the time I arrive on pink stilettos. This limo certainly reflects the exclusivity of Ignis, as if the four month waiting list isn't enough.
Typical clubbing music plays to pass the time. Katelyn and I engage in small talk. Our voices are accompanied by the pulse of the music, creating an atmosphere similar to the inside of a club, but on a much smaller scale.
An appetiser—I hope Katelyn likes it.
And then the wheels grind to a halt, the door swings open and the music fades. I look to Katelyn, giving her a reassuring smile. "Ready?" I say, rising from the seat. I place a hand on her shoulder. "I want you to enjoy yourself, and enjoying yourself means letting go, just for tonight." Katelyn steps out from the limo first, her feet standing atop a purple carpet which extends from the glass entrance. Glowing bold letters stand proudly above the door, christening the club as Ignis.
Blue eyes dive into Katelyn's. "You can do that, right?"