♯ lost - boy . mp3

     starter  for  @damianholstad  /  this  party  was  one  of  the  LAST  places  blake  wanted  to  be  .  though  with  her  mom  working  the  graveyard  shift  &  their  apartment  standing  hauntingly  empty  ,  the  blonde  forced  herself  to  go  out  .  besides  ,  it  was  half  expected  of  her  to  at  least  make  an  appearance  at  the  house  party  .  though  after  downing  a  few  beers  (  a  jello  shot  or  two  had  been  thrown  somewhere  in  the  mix  )  ,  the  party  had  lost  its  appeal  .  she  found  herself  sitting  on  a  worn  in  love  seat  with  less  than  savory  company  , whose  rude  comments  which  later  led  to  advances  ,  forced  her  out  of  the  spot  and  back  toward  the  kitchen  .  finally  ,  a  FAMILIAR  face  .  blake  attempted  to  hide  discomfort  from  previous  interaction  as  she  approached  damian  ,  hands  fixing  blonde  strands  into  place  and  straightening  out  the  wrinkles  in  her  dress  .  “  hey  ,  stranger  .  ”

long  ,    tangled  ,    dark  hair  is  brushed  out  of  his  face  .    sweat  mixed  with  some  blood  drips  down  his  face  yet  there’s  a  grin  on  his  face  ,    vaguely  cocky  expression  that  never  seems  to  escape  no  matter  the  situation  .    there  was  a  certain  high  he  got  from  getting  into  scrapes  ;    the  adrenaline  was  a  release  from  all  of  the  anger  that  floated  around  inside  of  him  ,    anger  that  he  usually  refused  to  let  out  any  other  way  .    arms  is  slung  around  his  friends  shoulder  &  a  big  kiss  is  placed  on  the  side  of  his  face  as  he  keeps  a  hold  of  the  energy  circling  around  inside  of  him  .    ❛     c’mon  ,    man  !    let’s  go  somewhere  else  .    this  place  was  shit  anyway  .      ❜    closed  starter  :    @damianholstad  .

     blake’s  breath  catches  as  though  his  reply  took  her  off  guard  ,  though  truthfully  she  anticipated  it  .  A  KISS  .  she’d  kissed  plenty  of  guys  in  her  day  ––  it  was  the  extent  of  her  charade  .  anything  past  connected  lips  &  the  occasional  grope  was  the  blonde’s  limit  .  just  enough  to  tease  the  preconceived  notion  most  men  held  of  her  ,  tempting  her  own  reputation  for  the  sake  of  playing  the  game  she  couldn’t  help  but  continue  .  illusion  was  her  identity  with  very  little  emotional  connection  to  those  she  entranced  lying  beneath  .  her  hand  was  now  atop  his  ,  fingers  moving  closer  to  his  palm  ––  to  the  game  piece  .  she  moves  closer  too  ,  figure  slowing  reaching  over  the  table  toward  him  .  blake  made  sure  to  maintain  eye  contact  as  the  space  between  them  lessened  ,  digits  working  slowly  &  strategically  for  the  red  pawn  all  the  while  .  seconds  had  passed  before  the  blonde  had  maneuvered  her  way  millimeters away  from  his  lips  and  rather  than  pressing  hers  directly  against  his  ,  she  pressed  a  light  kiss  to  the  corner  of  his  mouth  .  her  lips  remained  there  for  a  moment  before  she  could  get  a  loose  grip  around  the  pawn  ,  swiftly  removing  it  from  his  grasp  and  separating  herself  from  him  completely  .  “  thank  you  .  ”

      it feels like a TRAP, even if lou’s the one who asked. yet, he follows, left to clamber behind in the trail of charisma damian leaves with every step. lou leaves his own wake, but instead of breadcrumbs it’s the residue of dragged feet against plush carpet, flecks of dirt that dislodge from the crevices in his sneakers – – the fallout of his very presence. intruding questions start to pick up speed, a whirlwind in his mind of various why’s, never cataclysmic but always stirring. why is he even at this party, why is he following damian when he can’t remember the last time their interactions hadn’t been sour ? thankfully, thoughts calm to a breeze when he steps into the adjoining conservatory. the humidity keeps the cohorts of drunken thrill-seekers away, which begs the question of why damian was so inclined to come here specifically. terra cotta pots hang from the ceiling, flowers in full bloom and exuding the type of culture that black springs is barren of. he half expects to see a withering copy of kant on the table next to the french press. a SCOFF mark his distaste, but it sounds a lot like envy. ‘   come here then. i’m not gonna roll a joint for you.   ’ he talks to the table, eye contact a lost relic from childhood he has yet to reclaim. he lays the papers flat against the table, the scent of weed from the baggie eager to waft against the floral notes of potted plants. ‘   i’m not weird,   ’ he interjects, before anything is said, ‘   i usually roll them at home. but you’re meant to be winnie. with winnie i wait ‘cos then we see who can make ‘em better. it’s me, but i bet you she’d say otherwise.   ’

     her  acts  of  flirtatious  deceit  were  often  random  ,  though  usually  prompted  .  in  scenarios  such  as  these  ,  blake  relied  heavily  on  what  was  expected  of  her.  did  damian  hold  these  presumptions  ?  the  blonde  wasn’t  sure  ,  but  figured  that  falling  into  her  usual  futile  routine  would  leave  her  feeling  safer  than  sorry  .  reply  to  his  proposition  was  pronounced  in  a  hushed  voice  ,  words  low  enough  as  if  it  was  something  she  only  wanted  him  to  hear  .  a  technique  she’d  picked  up  along  the  way   ––  everyone  liked  to  feel  let  in  ,  special  .  “  and  what’s  that  ,  damian  ?  ”

✚  /  a song that reminds my muse of your muse  —  3005 by childish gambino. 

no, this isn’t the case of “ this song played when we chatted that one time. ” it’s far more gay than that. it’s the classic case of a boy, with itsy bitsy heart eyes at this stupid blonde bitch, and a song which he listens to on the daily and has begun to associate with her ‘cos ~uwu relatability~ like i said, it’s SUPER GAY and he won’t ever tell her. thanks.

“  —  no matter what you say or what you do … when I'm alone, i’d rather be with you.

✪  /  a song that represents our muses together  —  rumours by gnash.

their whole schtick is that people talk  –  and we shan’t trust gossip! that’s what to take from this, bailey … this song is self-explanatory, don’t make me over-explain it )-: 

“  –  so tell me the lies they told you first, ‘cause that shit ain’t nothing new. 

❤  /  a song that represents my muses feelings toward your muse  —  sit next to me by foster the people. 

[ me vc ] he has a thing for blondes! on the real, though – we already know she’s cute and he’s horny … can i make it any more obvious? 

“  –  last time i saw you said “what’s up?” and pushed right through. then i tried to catch you but we’re always on the move.

⚯  /  a song my muse would sing to your muse  —  you’ve lost that lovin’ feelin’ by the righteous brothers.

do you remember … weeks ago when parallels were drawn between maeve and jackson from sex education? well, let’s draw them again  –  ‘cos he WOULD stand on a table, get jazz band to back his nerd ass up, and he’d belt one out. and then he’d get rejected. HOWEVER, as bopping as jackson’s choice of song is, that’s not damian’s. his is from the hit film Top Gun (1986) ‘cos he’s an established tom cruise stan. remember when he dressed up as his role in top gun for halloween 2 years ago? anyways. click the link, coward. 

“  –  it makes me just feel like crying. 'cause baby, something beautiful's dyin'.

♡  /  a song my muse thinks your muse would like  —  nikes by frank ocean. 

he just likes the song, okay … there’s no deeper meaning here! so, please stop looking for one. gee, louise. * clears throat * BOP. 

“   –  you got a roommate he’ll hear what we do, it’s only awkward if you’re fucking him too.

✑  /  a song my muse would play on a road trip with yours  —  sunflower by post malone & swae lee. 

i want you to imagine them driving somewhere--anywhere--and damian got that damn aux cord, she cannot swipe it from him … he plays this. it’s a jam, we all know this, but he’s not just gonna sit there  –  he’s not going to let this song pass him by. so, he’ll sing his whole heart out and it’ll be a lot of fun whether she cares for it or not! 

✑  /  a song my muse would play on a road trip with yours  —   boogie by brockhampton.

in damian’s defense, this is a CERTIFIED BOP … however,  –  i can see how musical purist--eternal sunshine of the spotless mind is my favorite movie, uwu--lou will be Big Annoyance over it. sucks for him, damian’s gonna jam out to this at least four times. pretty damn chaotic, if you ask me.