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@baseballgreat asked: ❝   You have no idea how perfect you are to me. ❞. [ FOR SALEM. ] fluttering confessions

As soon as their eyes met, it was like they'd never been apart. The way they watched each other, their synchronicity was something beyond this world. It had been so hard for Salem to ever imagine herself feeling something so natural and borderline divine euphoria. It was like lightning in her veins, striking hard in her heart every time he smiled at her. To wake up every morning surrounded by large arms that kept her close and she'd hold on as if a moment would be all it took for everything, for Aki, to slip right from her. Not even God would keep them apart, they were bound together; woven like fine golden fibers in a beautiful canvas of their endless adorations. They are in unison when they come together, his harmonious and gentle nature soothing Salem's rough and awkward edges.

She beholds him with rapture as he brings forth the best in her, every day a chance to reciprocate that love. She knows that she is doing well, yet an inkling of doubt lingers. They have been through so much together, their love spilling out of them with every glance exchanged. As they orbit each other in perfect harmony, it becomes clear that this is where they are meant to be. In her heart, she knows the brackish taste of what's wrong and how it can corrode you from within. He's like iced tea on a hot day, a hot drink on a brisk morning; what she needs. With him by her side, the shadows fade and vanish like dust in a breeze. He illuminates the darkness like a thousand suns and she is the moth drawn to his alluring light.

The sun's rays cascaded in from the barely opened blinds, its illumination filling the room with a honey-hued warmth. They remain entwined in bed like two vines from the same tree, with barely any noise besides their soothing breaths and her half-awakened state. Between each slow blink were loving brown eyes that soak up every detail of his face; his lips holding the tender curve she adores. Every wrinkle, every crease, and dimple that she had memorized so keenly before seemed even deeper now. His words make her spirit soar with admiration, causing her nose to scrunch in joy as a smile blooms on her face. Like always, he manages to say something that just soothes her spirit so deeply.

" I might have some idea, " her voice hushed and rasped with sleep still on her edges as her hands sought out to hold his face and bring their foreheads together with a small laugh. " You taught me what love's meant to be. "

❛❛ on a scale from one to ten —— what are my chances of you letting me do your eyeliner ? [ ... ] asking for a friend. ❜❜ as if she wasn't already concealing the pencil behind her back. . . . or ready to pull out the puppy dog eyes if necessary !

The tour bus was a solace away from the place she cherished most, seemingly warm and welcoming yet still tinged with sadness. The days and weeks on this voyage had become increasingly more difficult for her, as the borders between joyous and sorrowful moments blurred. Salem felt alive as she pounded the drums on stage, melodies of passion that ran through each beat. She was engrossed in the music, feeding off the energy of the crowd as their voices combined to resound the bands performance. This was where she belonged - at the core of her being, pouring all she had into what she loved. When the night arrived, enveloping all in darkness, that longing would come rushing back—a deep yearning for both life on the stage and to be held within the embrace of who waited patiently back home. Through many calls and texts, a small respite was granted, but it was not enough to quell the ache that came with being two places at once.

The steady hum of the tour bus lulled her into a trance-like state, headphones lulling her with her favorite songs, and as they drove closer to home she could feel the yearning burning within her. It only seemed like moments and also lifetimes since she had first stepped onto the bus for her tour, but she was so familiar with the peculiarities of being a touring musician—the odd city names, the rushed soundchecks, and the endless movement in traveling. No matter how much she had adapted to her new lifestyle, there was nothing that could compare to the comfort of coming home.

It's another drag of time, the clock mocking her every time she checks it. She tries to sleep, to force a fast forward on these exhausting miles but her bones are buzzing. She's being lit up inside like children going to bed on Christmas Eve. The date was circled in red in her head, and she stared at it longingly after each wonderous night of musical communion. She's the last drop off, the fartest out and as she finally stepped foot off of the tour bus for the last time, she felt it—a deep sense of peace trickling down over her like a sprinkle of rain. She's desperate for a flood, though, parched and craving a torrent. There's no time wasted with her boots heavy on the ground, bag half-slung on her shoulder, and wheeling her suitcase.

With one swift motion, the door yields to her touch as if it were begging her to come in. Her heart flutters as nervousness and anticipation run through her veins, she strides with purpose into the room; her steps echoing around her like a sweet symphony. " Babe? " She calls out into the house while dropping her bag heavily to the floor and carefully searches for his figure. When finally their eyes meet, they exchange an intimate gaze that unleashes a wave of warmth within her. Her emotions rush to the surface, taking over all rational thought as she rushes forward; embracing him in a hug that could melt any icy heart. " I'm home, " she whispers.

@baseballgreat asked: ❝   it’s been a long day.   ❞ [ maevin ! ] a song for the soul pt 1

The suffering in her bones thudded and surged through every fiber of her body, the agonizing sparkles after the last agonizing push of her strenuous workout left her collapsed on the rough floor. Her chest rose and fell softly as she dabbed her forehead with a tiny towel draped across her shoulder, although her body was exhausted there was still enthusiasm seething just beneath her skin that made her feel restless. Salem turned her head to the side and looked at Akihiko, they had been working together for some time now but despite the anesthetized routine consisting of harsh weights they needed to lug and countless repetitions it still evoked a peculiar contentment within her soul. "Long can't even describe it."

Salem exhaled a chuckle, rolling over onto her back as she stretched with tendrils of dark hair clinging to a sweat-soaked forehead. She closed her discomforting eyes, eyebrows gradually knitting together before letting loose a miserable sigh. "Why do I feel so... restless?" Her gaze shifted upwards towards him expectantly waiting for his answer though deep down, she understood he wouldn't provide one himself - instead electing to use this moment to cultivate wisdom within herself when nothing else succeeds there is always space for contemplation and self-improvement in every training session no matter how mundane it may appear at first look.

Her body still ached for the euphoric sensation of life on the road, traversing many states, and taking on the challenge of many stages. But here she was now - nothing but a mundane whisper of that previous vigor that came from playing with such fervent passion before crowds that screamed along with her every beat. She could never tire of watching the rapture in their eyes when they managed to catch her drumsticks at the end of a show, or when they would ascend into the heavens as they met her at their booths. It was then that she truly knew, this was what she was destined for, and no matter what trials and tribulations might take place, she would always proudly proclaim that one day she would be one of the greatest drummers ever seen and a claim she would live up to.

it feels like there could be a million butterflies fluttering around in my chest. it's embarrassing quite frankly, how nervous i was for this date. it wasn't like akihiko and i hadn't had a date before, but i always seemed to feel like a bowl full of jelly in the moments prior. given, our prior date was more of a commitment than anything else. i am thankful, that he had decided to invite me to a second. i have often been described as charming, and that descriptor just seems outlandish to me. i am a full grown adult with the nerves of a teenage girl for christs stake. i try my best to remind myself before i knock that everything would be okay, drawing in a slow deep breath when the door is opened, flashing the other the best smile i can muster. i hope he doesn't take note of my nervousness, i pray silently.