transcendent

Thank god Adam wasn’t claustrophobic, because everyone was packed in the Frida Kahlo room like sardines, all itching to get something out of the punch bowls, or to literally stop and smell the flowers.  He couldn’t blame them, it was an incredible feat and the art students were insanely clever for putting this all together.  He helped install some fixtures in the Basquiat, so he did get a glimpse ahead of time at some of the attractions that they had planned, out of sheer curiosity, but he had to stop himself or he’d spoil himself - and thank god he did, it was worth the wait.  Adam decided that he’d try to work his way around the crowd, and push through the gaggle of students hovering so close to the exits, before someone backed into him, causing him to bump into another - someone he recognized.  “Oh, hey, Monet!” he greeted, with a smile, taking a breath when he was finally given some extra space.  “How was your summer?” *// @moneyjones​

It was safe to say that thanks to her few shifts dancing in the Jean-Michel Basquiat room, she hadn’t been engaged in any of the wild parades of people drinking and getting lost in it all. She was relieved though to be able to enjoy everything now, taking her time in each room and the mastery of arts that followed each intricate design and placement of items. Radcliffe and Horton students had a way about them in the arts, that much could be agreed upon for both. The brunette was caught off guard by the gentle bump, though it was merely to be expected in all the tight quarters of each room. The familiarity of the face however was actually pleasant, Adam always having been the type that didn’t get on his nerves by the mere sight or conversation with him. “Hey, Adam. It was all right, sort of just happy to be back in classes honestly.” She offered an easy smile and nod, pushing a few curls from her eyes. “You go through all the rooms yet?”

“Passion through performance arts requires a certain amount of chemistry. Of which you and I both are aware we undeniably possess…” Ande analyzes her features for a moment, sipping their beer nonchalantly. “Look who has their claws out, now.” They say in pure amusement as she brushes past them, Ande following not far behind as they nurse their fifth bottle that night.

Ande can’t help but to grin at her cunning response. “Well, not just anyone– for now, I’m trying to take you home. So, you think of yourself as worthy? Oh, please, Monet– sweetheart– you know me better than that.” They drum their fingertips against the glass bottle of brew in their hands, quite clearly amused. “Well, well… if you thought I wasn’t up for a challenge, you were sorely mistaken. You and I both know we make excellent partners… You don’t think I notice the way you look at me when I’m holding you close in the dance studio? I’ve said it before– that you look stunning in a leotard– I’m interested in the rest of the package. Is that so wrong?” Unused to being rejected once let alone turned down countless times as they have been with Monet, the grad student pushes their bleached hair back with a smooth motion. “No matter– I always get what I want. Whether it’s a person, or an item… I always do. Try as you may to resist me.”

“Are you saying I have none?” They cant their head to the side as they observe her with a hint of a crooked grin. “Quite obviously my standards are high– especially considering I’m playing you like an instrument. Unless of course… you consider yourself to be of low standards? In which case, I’ll move on. All you have to do is admit it to me. Then, I can go back to being nothing more than someone you come to for practice, and I can sleep well at night knowing you’re not worth my time in any other… aspects. Go on. It’d be entertaining to watch you degrade yourself just as much as it would be to chase you.”

“You think you’re hot shit, don’t you– I can respect that. But, know your place.” Ande narrows their eyes a moment at her. “Nothing’s ever much of a challenge when it comes to me. I just happen to be excellent with my words… and even better with my actions.” They give her a light nudge. “Maybe if you weren’t such a prude, you’d find out for yourself. You say you don’t easily sore– I could certainly change that.”

“Let’s not forget who’s got more experience, sweetheart. You don’t get to tell me what I should or shouldn’t be doing when it comes to training. Did you fall and smack your little head on the pavement?” They tease her, sipping their beer with ease as they give her a once over. “Seems like a waste of time, if you ask me…” Ande rolls their hues. “I only came for the booze… and if I’m lucky, I’ll be taking someone home, tonight. Oh, but who am I kidding– these wound up art hoes are an easy catch. Luck has nothing to do with it.”

Remember your roots, where you came from and who you are. Courtesy of my daddy.

Cuties, like lil oranges on campus? Delicious? I don’t know. I guess Teddy’s pretty to look at, like a spandex cruisin’ rockstar or whatever. Saige n uh, Ducky? Sure.

@teddylawrence, @scige, @duckyfm

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[txt] You screwed up the whole damn thing, you know we gotta start from scratch now right? Goddamnit.

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[txt] gooooOOOOOOOD Just jst listen, listen to me. follow my voice, I need a ride bck to the motherland

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

19. Do you want a church wedding?

There’s a church back home, small little one in my town but..my parents got married there, kinda hoped I would too one day honestly.

37. Favorite swear word?

Dumbass.

71. What makes you nervous?

People gettin’ close when I don’t want them to be.

1. What is you middle name?

Etta.

18. Do you want children?

Sure, just a couple or one.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

Not even caught a glimpse of one.

28. What type of music do you like?

Oldies, R&B––A whole lot of Jorja Smith.

Oh, easy. V i k t o r.

@viktcrr