#astramagic

It was this hurrying that caused him an issue. He was turning a corner, looking around as he walked, when he slammed into someone rounding the same corner. The rest of his breakfast fell to the ground and he cursed loudly. “Watch where you’re going! You ruined my breakfast and I don’t have time for any more!”

She’d waited for what felt like hours by herself to get into The Louvre. When you only have a chance once in your life to go somewhere as amazing as that, you take your chance. She felt smaller than ever in the crowded museum, folding her arms in front of her. The little blonde perked up a little when she saw someone familiar walking a few feet ahead of her. Speeding up her walking a little bit, she tapped the other person on the arm. “Hello, fellow astranaut,” she said quietly.

So, nervous as she was, she found herself at a bar with an open mic, surrounded by people from everywhere — she could hear French, English and even North African chatter in the space, and the fact that there were so many people around filled her with a kind of glee she hadn’t felt in a long time. She had already signed up for the open mic and asked someone if they could play the guitar for the songs in her little set. It hadn’t started yet, so she tilted her head up to see if anyone she knew was there. And there was — how exciting! With an ice-cold glass of rum and coke in her hand, she made her way towards them. “Hi!” she said excitedly. “How are you? Are you here for the open mic?”

He had a black eye, one that his irrational anger had already earned him. That didn’t seem to calm him though. Didn’t make it click that he probably should bite his tongue like always. Instead it just frustrated him MORE. “I don’t need ANYONE’S help! Just leave me alone.”

with her head in the clouds, she wandered through the streets of paris. going nowhere yet going somewhere: in the direction that would lead her to have her fairytale moment. at least that’s what she was focused on as she failed to realize she was heading straight toward the person walking the opposite direction as her. something she didn’t become aware of until she stumbled back .“oh my god, i’m so so so—” she paused the moment her eyes met theirs as her cheeks turned red and a sheepish grin grew on her lips, “—sorry.” she stood in awe as she covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hide the slight giggling she had been taken by. “bonjour,” she whispered, eyes twinkling as she nervously rocked herself from left to right.

The night was growing somewhat cold, reminiscent to those that danced over san ángel during the summer. the weather, however, did not dim the beauty of the parisian streets: a lilac sky, that similar to a most beautiful work of art, rested over grey zinc rooftops. the alleyways and palace-like structures remained comfortably silent, except for ----

   “ ruby ! ” manolo called, hands around his mouth as to boost the noise. he stood underneath where the window of ruby’s room should be, guitar hanging on his back. however, he no longer insisted -- his hands naturally found their way around his back, bringing the instrument forwards and sending the fingers to its neck. the sound of three cords being struck opened, and, pleased with the outcome, the music and the words were quick to pour in. 

                                            “ ♫  ━  they say                                         ruby, you're like a dream                                         not always what you seem                                              and though my heart                                          may break when i awake                                            let it be so, i only know                                                RUBY, it's you ━ ♪  ”