" YOU WERE PRETTY AMAZING OUT THERE. "

SHE TWISTS HER GOLDEN ESCLAVA BRACELET ON HER WRIST WHILE ROCKING BACK AND FORTH GENTLY ON HER FEET. " I DON'T KNOW IF YOU REMEMBER ME BUT I'M ANNETTE. WE USED TO PLAY TOGETHER WHEN WE WERE KIDS. "

A DAINTY VOICE PERKS UP IN A SMILE, " MY DADDY IS THE ONE WHO USED TO DRIVE US TO THE HAMPTONS AND WE'D GO TO JOHN'S DRIVE-IN IN MONTAUK AND SMASH HIS FACE IN WITH THE CONES. "

marlana piastri ...    ▇▇▇             this  was  the  first  time  she'd  been  alone  ,  in  a  more  private  place  with  him.  tension  felt.  how  they'd  been  tip  toeing  around  things.  the  teasing.  the  glances.  brushing  of  hands.  so  it  was  no  surprise  that  the  moment  the  two  of  them  were  the  last  two  in  the  elevator  ,  he  pressed  her  petite  frame,  against  the  wall.  pressing  himself  into  her  frame.  lips  capturing  –  claiming  her's.  the  blonde's  eyes  closed  before  a  moan  slipped  against  the  mercedes's  driver's.  fuck  ,  this  was  so  much  better  than  she  ever  dreamt  of.  how  she  often  stayed  up  late,  wondering  how  his  kiss  felt.  how  he  felt  against  her.  nothing  her  mind  played  came  as  close  to  how  truly  good  and  perfect  this  moment  was. 

▒ * ⅋. 🏁 MCQUEEN, LANDON ⁽ @kingprix ₎ , prompt status: accepting.

they know that they shouldn't be doing this. that they've been teetering so dangerously close to the edge ever since their first night together in texas — the edge of something that neither of them could truly come back from ... and yet, there was nothing in them that wanted enough for it to stop. they were drawn to each other: like a moth is drawn to a flame. and all it ever seemed to do was bring them solace ... comfort. and the best night's sleep that she could only ever have when he was there to share it with her. (she was doomed). though, perhaps she had already been from the start ... because that was the thing about landon mcqueen — once he got inside your head, it was almost impossible to get him out.

and she found now — that she didn't want to. how could she? when her body felt the most at peace when it lay, wrapped up in his own? or when the morning sun was warm upon the bareness of her skin, soothing the marks that had been left behind from the night before? how could she ever want to leave that — when it only ever felt like this was where she belonged? yet, it's a feeling that she has to force herself to swallow down. after all, they had made it clear to each other that it was only ever going to be about sex. a resolution for the tension that always brewed between them: even if it no longer seemed to exist ... it was better for them both to keep those boundaries. even if they were slowly beginning to crack.

▒ * ⅋. 🏁 MCQUEEN, LANDON ⁽ @kingprix ₎ , prompt status: accepting.

❝ i could say the same thing about you ... ❞ she could. and most likely, she already has. after all, the enigma that was landon mcqueen almost served as a goldmine of content for her podcast — with every layer that had been peeled back only succeeding to reveal another: and she could not help but to wonder exactly how many there were, before she could inevitably reach what he was adamant to protect deep within his core. but she also wasn't patient enough to let each of them unfurl at their own pace ... so getting under his skin seemed like an entirely better option. something that she seemed to have been able to do from the get - go ... while simultaneously the same fate of having him being able to do it right back.

ISN'T THAT ALWAYS THE MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION?

ELENA MARIE GILBERT : THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB, SO DOCILE, SO PRETTY, SO INNOCENT. ALWAYS LED TO THE SLAUGHTER. NOW AN ANGEL WHO WOULD GIVE AND GIVE AND GIVE TO PROTECT HER LOVED ONES. A SAINT, ONE MAY REFER TO HER AS.

EVEN THOUGH SHE HAS GAINED HER WINGS, ENDURED SO MUCH TRAGEDY, IT WAS STRANGE TO CONSIDER HERSELF A GODLY CREATURE. [ A GUARDIAN ANGEL WHO LOOKED AFTER OTHERS. ] LOGISTICALLY, IT MADE SENSE. A DOCTOR WHO HAD BEEN SACRIFICED. WHO WATCHED HER LOVED ONES DIE IN HER NAME, IT WAS ONLY FITTING TO WATCH HER UNLOCK THIS GENETIC COMPONENT.

BUT BECOMING THIS VERY THING LEFT ROOM THE QUESTIONS : WHO IS SHE?

panicked forewarnings from the headset were long gone, replaced by an nauseating ringing, and a quiet he swore existed only in the depths of the universe. track once lively, loud with roaring engines and an equally competitive crowd now sat in dead silence. save for the occasional murmur, camera shutter. who could forget: his car once pristine, sky blue now an ugly charred version of it's former glory. ill compared to the driver, immune to roaring flames. maybe a few scrapes here and there, surely his insides were hurt more than anything else.

██   MR KA-CHOW    ,   OUTGOING.  i  need  you  to  know  i  can  physically  hear  your  ego  from  three  garages  away. ██   MR KA-CHOW    ,   OUTGOING.  your  confidence  should  be  studied.  or  approved  by  FIA  at  least.

██   @kingprix    ,   INCOMING.  you  couldn't  have  told  me  this  in  person  ??

██   MR KA-CHOW    ,   OUTGOING.  i  thought  about  it.  a  lot.  three  seconds  of  my  time  specifically. ██   MR KA-CHOW    ,   OUTGOING.  ˙⅋    then  i  remembered  i'd  have  to  watch  you  react.   ˙⅋   walk  over  there. ██   MR KA-CHOW    ,   OUTGOING.  this  is  funnier.