#aduros

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✉ : 2 AM text 

Faceless, until a man sits himself at the bar and addresses her, that is.  

“Hm.” Her brow pulls, amusement in the darks of her eyes, the last drink still warming her from the inside out.  He looks as if he’s just getting started- she’s hardly drunk, anyways.  Buzzed.  Maybe.  The floor pulsates with each beat, and she beckons the bartender over for two more.  

“An empty cup,” glass lifting to meet his expectantly, “is just another excuse to drink more.”

Do you dare? ( @aduros )

Took you for someone else. He thinks but doesn’t say. Ringed fingers are tapping the counter and he’s leaning on an elbow as his gaze falls on the glass she holds. 

“Excuses aren’t meant to be good or bad, but there are made to make it look as if there’s more good than bad, so does the emptiness really need to be filled if it is just an excuse for something else?” Comes the ramble after a quiet few seconds. “Why need an excuse at all, drink if you wish to, say you do and drink more because you wish to.”

If there was a control and a wall between the man and his words, maybe, maybe he wouldn’t always just let them spill before they can be stopped. But why stop at all? He raises his glass and clinks hers, but puts it down on the counter with a small shake of his head, longing might run within but it is not to always be stilled. 

You don’t always get what you want. 

start of the line, @consilian @aduros @seulpeun.

eyes peeking through the van's open window, she watches the headlights of other cars that pass them by shine like smudged stars. the wintry mist touches her cold upon the skin. the journey passes and the sunlight rouses more colors from their sleepy monochrome. and though the road still has the dark look of night, the sky is already more bluish than charcoal. under the fumes of the morning traffic, a tincture of dawn lingers, like dew upon leaves, a gift of freshness bequeathed anew each day.

becoming more aware of the loamy fragrance of the air, she yawns with the back of her hand hovering over her mouth. early schedules weren’t uncommon, but for a trip to successfully happen there needed to be a different kind of preparation. it was like moving out of the dorms except she spends packing in enthusiasm because of the promised time for leisure. she even includes an itinerary of her own, in case things go wrong and a back up plan was requisite. that’s the part that’s uncommon. she hadn’t been on a vacation with her group. she remains wishing for it to happen. her goal didn’t come to be what she had in mind, the set of people completely differing from the three girls she has lived with for years, but it didn’t excite her any less.