Vision hazy from the alcohol and flashing lights, but her instincts were sharp. She turned and grabbed the other Goddess’s arm. Freya drunkenly placed a kiss on her lips. Lazy lips slipped off and kissed her neck. Fingers tightened around her arm as the club tried to pull the two apart. Freya’s head fell down, lips just gracing across Aphrodite’s chest, leaving a hot breath upon the flesh.

A clubber pressed against her back and the war goddess blinked. Eyes shifted over to one of the entrances and noted an influx of twenty-somethings entering. She looked up at Dite, “We should get out of here before I break an arm,” she suggested.

She tries to complete the embrace, tries to use her other arm make one whole out of the two halves of them. But instead the crowd becomes riptides that splash and pull at their backs. There’s too much alcohol in her system, too many lights bearing down. She’d much rather be anywhere than here, now that she’d become acquainted with Freya’s mouth.  

Through the current of bodies ‘Dite lends a hand. Long fingers stretching, brushing against their counterpart’s. She grasps at them with a grin, which quickly changes to a musical laugh,

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IT’S SO IMPOSSIBLY BRIGHT. How does neon manage to p–ump under this goddess’ skin and trickle down her arms like rivers from a mountain?  Oh, but what a stupid question.  ‘Dite should have expected this from the start. After all, what else could sus–tain Freya but fresh magma. It’s obvious; nothing else can han–dle those arteries. Nothing else dares touch that heart. 

There’s a beat when ‘Dite’s eyes flicker from point A to point B. A: The cotton pads souping with blood in Freya’s grip. B: The splatter of it up her jaw. And the moment’s really one of aesthetic appreciation–– the curve in her pout’s proof enough of that. 

               ‘ You need help, love? ’

It’s not much of a question. She’s kneeling next to Freya’s ch–air and plucking gauze from the First Aid Kit before the question mark even has a chance to make an appearance. 

She looks from under her lashes, tucking the end of the tail underFreya’s hand to maintain pressure, begins wrapping around her bicep, 

              ‘ Trust me. I’m nearly a professional. ’

❛ everyone is a liar. lying more than occasionally has an advantage over the truth. so when it is be- coming to lie, i do so without regret.  ❜ 

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[ text : meatloaf : 20:15:55 ] : hey [ text : meatloaf : 20:16:03 ] : where are you ?[ text : meatloaf : 20:16:10 ] : i mean, i know you’re like[ text : meatloaf : 20:16:15 ] : /somewhere/ [ text : meatloaf : 20:17:30 ] : *~*~somewhere~*~*

[ text : meatloaf : 20:45:52 ] : ok i know i get pissed at you but like[ text : meatloaf : 20:45:55 ] : don’t think i’m ever actually mad at you[ text : meatloaf : 20:46:12 ] : no i’m ///actually/// never mad at you [ text : meatloaf : 20:47:57 ] : ok thats a lie i’m sometimes mad at you[ text : meatloaf : 20:48:03 ] : but usually i’m just scared. about you. [ text : meatloaf : 20:48:28 ] : which is irrational because of obvious reasons[ text : meatloaf : 20:48:36 ] : but im not really rational so that doesn’t even matter

[ text : meatloaf : 20:50:25 ] : like. you’re so fucking dumb sometimes.[ text : meatloaf : 20:50:32 ] : and if shit happened to you 

[ text : meatloaf : 21:00:45 ] : the point is i love you [ text : meatloaf : 21:01:34 ] : even when you buy me dogs [ text : meatloaf : 21:01:43 ] : especially when you buy me dogs[ text : meatloaf : 21:02:12 ] : this dog is great okay

[ text : meatloaf : 21:30:10 ] : you’re not mad at ME, right?