the golden fire escape brigade ; cedric & ruby
Apr 27, 2024 17:18:00 GMT -5
Post by arx on Apr 27, 2024 17:18:00 GMT -5
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But, if you happen to, sayyy, care about my feelings? Well, th e n ,
please, y o uc a n c a l l m e
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But, if you happen to, sayyy, care about my feelings? Well, th e n ,
please, y o uc a n c a l l m e
RUBY.
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I clutch desperately at the limb of the tree as his weight pulls it closer to my engineered destruction. And when he laughs with flames dancing across his cheeks and in his eyes, I can feel myself relaxing, watching him look all awestruck into the burning clouds below us.
I laugh along with him. It tastes golden when it leaves my lips, but it becomes a beautiful harmony that blends all firelight orange where our joy meets and dances away into the stars.
And then the branch snaps and-
I'm falling.
And even then it's only for a brief moment as his hands hold me steady before I even have the chance to do anything other than keep on laughing alongside him into the night air.
"Yeah," I pick my match up off the ground, wait for him to return my lighter to me so I can slide it back into its steel reservoir. More flame for later.
"Yeah, give it here." And he holds it further away—teasing, growing bolder in his actions the further away he got from the crowded venues and halogen hum—too quick for my fingers to catch hold of.
Well he learned that trick pretty damn fast.
I step closer, our toes tapping against each other—"Please?"—as I reach out and pull his arm down until I can take my lighter back from him.
But not before I walk my fingers up his sleeve.
I let my fingertips linger on his pulse when I pull away, and I hope he's watching me as I carve a basic, vectored gemstone into the tree next to his
"My autograph," I beam and blink up at him. "But you'll have to snap a picture if you want to take it with you." I flip the blade back into place and slide the lighter back into my pocket, replacing it with my remote key—"Here, catch."—which I toss to him. He catches it deftly, though I'd say I was surprising him again.
"You want to drive? I'll give you directions," I slowly grin at him. "And give you your own private concert." I watch him closely, watch as his face goes from stunned to something I can't quite place. Just like everything else about him, the mysterious, curious boy named Cedric. "Or maybe I should drive. You know," I snatch my keys back and raise a brow at him. "So you can watch the show."
Interesting.
I laugh along with him. It tastes golden when it leaves my lips, but it becomes a beautiful harmony that blends all firelight orange where our joy meets and dances away into the stars.
And then the branch snaps and-
I'm falling.
Well, we're falling.
Together.
And even then it's only for a brief moment as his hands hold me steady before I even have the chance to do anything other than keep on laughing alongside him into the night air.
"Yeah," I pick my match up off the ground, wait for him to return my lighter to me so I can slide it back into its steel reservoir. More flame for later.
"Yeah, give it here." And he holds it further away—teasing, growing bolder in his actions the further away he got from the crowded venues and halogen hum—too quick for my fingers to catch hold of.
Well he learned that trick pretty damn fast.
I step closer, our toes tapping against each other—"Please?"—as I reach out and pull his arm down until I can take my lighter back from him.
But not before I walk my fingers up his sleeve.
I let my fingertips linger on his pulse when I pull away, and I hope he's watching me as I carve a basic, vectored gemstone into the tree next to his
'C.'
"My autograph," I beam and blink up at him. "But you'll have to snap a picture if you want to take it with you." I flip the blade back into place and slide the lighter back into my pocket, replacing it with my remote key—"Here, catch."—which I toss to him. He catches it deftly, though I'd say I was surprising him again.
"You want to drive? I'll give you directions," I slowly grin at him. "And give you your own private concert." I watch him closely, watch as his face goes from stunned to something I can't quite place. Just like everything else about him, the mysterious, curious boy named Cedric. "Or maybe I should drive. You know," I snatch my keys back and raise a brow at him. "So you can watch the show."