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“If Carlos gets on the podium in Abu Dhabi, Osc, you should go cycling with him.” “Fuck no,” was the immediate answer, “Not my type of scene.”  But, Carlos and his stupidly big espresso colored eyes, those distractingly ridiculous pink pouty lips, “Oh, you are no fun Oscar.  I will be a much better tour guide than Lando.” And only in the interest of comparing, of realizing that in truth Oscar had honestly nothing better to do in Monaco, “Fine. But if I podium, you have to come surfing with me.” “Deal,” Carlos had smiled, hair flopping in front of his alcohol tinted face.  So. It’s the hardest trail, the sun is far too hot and Carlos Sainz is sweating beautifully as he downs his water bottle, thighs sinfully spread as he rests on a rock. His eyes are unsubtly raking up and down Oscar’s body, like he’s hungry. Or appreciative. Or both, Oscar’s too winded to be picking apart reactions and emotions. 

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so . mountain calling is just this post by the lovely @girldriveroscar ,.,.i am normally not moved by carcar but in this one instance. my brain is going supersonic . [im not gonna spoil any more so im sharing what u have already read hehe]

All of it is stupidly cliche.  Some idyllic rocky trail, all lush greenery to accompany the picture book views and the distinct scent of the sea. Flowers are the undernote, zipping by in his peripheral vision. Oscar knows how to appreciate beauty when he sees it. And Carlos. Cherry cheeked, woodsy, citrusy Carlos is beside him—tan from the sun that’s tucked behind clouds, generic branded navy blue bodysuit clinging to his deliciously toned legs that seem to stretch on for miles. L’amore dice Ciao might as well be playing. Paired with the smile that never seems to being fading from Carlos’ face as he rambles on about how he hates England, he misses Maranello, Monaco is so much more romantic— “I don’t,” Oscar huffs out, struggling to keep pace, “Don’t think this is much more romantic than London, mate.”  Carlos laughs, “Do not worry, we are near a stopping point. Shade included, too.” “Thank god,” Oscar mumbles under his panting, leaning forward on his bike in a vain attempt to relieve the slight burning in his thighs.  All because of a stupid fucking bet. It had been in the dredges of a humid hotel room, Uno cards strewn about the floor as Lando grinned, “If Carlos gets on the podium in Abu Dhabi, Osc, you should go cycling with him.” “Fuck no,” was the immediate answer, “Not my type of scene.”  But, Carlos and his stupidly big espresso colored eyes, those distractingly ridiculous pink pouty lips, “Oh, you are no fun Oscar.  I will be a much better tour guide than Lando.” And only in the interest of comparing, of realizing that in truth Oscar had honestly nothing better to do in Monaco, “Fine. But if I podium, you have to come surfing with me.” “Deal,” Carlos had smiled, hair flopping in front of his alcohol tinted face.  So. It’s the hardest trail, the sun is far too hot and Carlos Sainz is sweating beautifully as he downs his water bottle, thighs sinfully spread as he rests on a rock. His eyes are unsubtly raking up and down Oscar’s body, like he’s hungry. Or appreciative. Or both, Oscar’s too winded to be picking apart reactions and emotions.

The Dream

saamss: EMMA. you awake?

emma_wanderlust: saamss it's 2am what's wrong??

saamss: i had the strangest dream

saamss: and i can't shake it off

emma_wanderlust: tell me everything

saamss: okay so... i was standing on this rocky shore

saamss: my feet were cold, like ACTUALLY cold - i could feel the mountain air biting through my jacket

saamss: and in front of me was this lake

saamss: emma, the water was SO blue it didn't look real

saamss: like someone had melted sapphires and poured them between mountains

emma_wanderlust: okay that's actually beautiful imagery

saamss: but that's not even the strange part

saamss: the mountains around the lake were massive - snow-capped peaks reflecting perfectly in the still water

saamss: there were these colorful prayer flags fluttering in the wind

saamss: i could HEAR them - that gentle flapping sound

saamss: and smell the crisp mountain air mixed with something floral

saamss: maybe wildflowers?

emma_wanderlust: this is so detailed for a dream

saamss: I KNOW

saamss: i stood there completely alone but i didn't feel lonely

saamss: i felt... peaceful? complete?

saamss: then i heard this voice

saamss: not scary - it was warm, almost like a whisper carried by the wind

saamss: it said "five more await you"

emma_wanderlust: five more WHAT?

saamss: THAT'S what i wanted to know!

saamss: i turned around looking for who spoke

saamss: but there was just the lake, the mountains, the endless sky

saamss: and this overwhelming feeling that i was supposed to FIND something

saamss: like the dream wasn't showing me a place - it was showing me a destination

saamss: a journey i'm meant to take

emma_wanderlust: saamss you're giving me chills

saamss: when i woke up, my pillow was wet

saamss: i'd been crying in my sleep

saamss: but not sad crying - it felt like... relief? or recognition?

saamss: like i'd remembered something important i'd forgotten

emma_wanderlust: okay this is deep

saamss: i couldn't go back to sleep so i googled "six sacred mountain lakes"

saamss: because somehow i KNEW it was six

saamss: "five more await you" = there were six total

emma_wanderlust: and...?

saamss: emma. they EXIST.

saamss: LOOK AT THIS

saamss: it's the EXACT lake from my dream

saamss: same mountains, same impossible blue color

saamss: even the prayer flags in the same position

emma_wanderlust: wait WHAT

emma_wanderlust: that's not possible

saamss: but it IS

saamss: these are actual places in the Himalayas

saamss: they're called the Six Sacred Lakes

saamss: people trek to all six of them on a pilgrimage

saamss: emma i've never seen photos of these lakes before

saamss: i've never researched himalayan treks

saamss: but i DREAMED this place in EXACT detail

emma_wanderlust: okay that's... that's actually wild

emma_wanderlust: how is that even possible?

saamss: i don't know

saamss: but i can still feel the cold air on my skin

saamss: i can still hear those prayer flags

saamss: and that voice saying "five more await you"

saamss: what if dreams aren't random?

saamss: what if they're places calling to us?

saamss: places we're MEANT to find?

emma_wanderlust: okay mystic saamss 😂

emma_wanderlust: but honestly... that gave me goosebumps

emma_wanderlust: the way you described it

emma_wanderlust: i could picture myself there

saamss: exactly!!

saamss: and here's the thing

saamss: i'm not someone who believes in signs or destiny or whatever

saamss: but this feels DIFFERENT

saamss: like the lake reached across whatever separates dreams from reality

saamss: and tapped me on the shoulder

saamss: "hey, we're here. we've been waiting. come find us."

emma_wanderlust: i'm actually getting emotional reading this

emma_wanderlust: i don't know why

saamss: i'm going to research everything tomorrow

saamss: the six sacred lakes trek

saamss: why they're sacred

saamss: what people experience there

saamss: something about these lakes...

saamss: i feel like i NEED to understand

saamss: no - i need to GO there

saamss: i need to stand at that lake for real

saamss: feel that cold air, see that impossible blue water

saamss: and find out what the other five lakes are

emma_wanderlust: keep me posted on everything you find

emma_wanderlust: i want to know why this lake chose YOU

saamss: you think it chose me?

emma_wanderlust: you said it yourself

emma_wanderlust: you've never seen these places before

emma_wanderlust: but you dreamed it in perfect detail

emma_wanderlust: right down to the prayer flags

emma_wanderlust: that's not random saamss

emma_wanderlust: that's an invitation

saamss: an invitation to what?

emma_wanderlust: guess you'll have to find out

emma_wanderlust: sweet dreams about mysterious lakes

emma_wanderlust: or should i say... prophetic dreams? ✨

saamss: don't make fun 😅

saamss: but also... yeah

saamss: i think i'm going to dream about it again tonight

saamss: except this time i'll be looking for the second lake

emma_wanderlust: five more await you 💙

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