#musicflavored

            “ What would you say if I said I wanted to go back to school? ” he asks slowly, as if he hadn’t already made up his mind. But he’d drop everything for her-- he’s already uprooted his life (or whatever semblance of it he’d created for himself in the past year) to move to a whole new country with her. Why would this be any different? “ I mean-- I have a reason-- I think I’d like to be a teacher. A professor maybe. Do something with all this knowledge, you know? ”

“Oh, it’s been weeks, at least--”

Whatever the previous topic had been is immediately lost, as a sudden gasp threatens to suck all the air from between them. She’s spotted something. What, precisely, may have been up for debate if it weren’t for Evangeline’s dazed lovey eyes as she solemnly approaches a display they’d nearly passed right by! How devastating would that have been!?

“Oh Millie, look, aren’t they lovely?” Pointe shoes. Varying colors, some so pink they’d make a lollipop jealous, others so green she’s brought to mind of summer grass, others blue enough to mimic the sky. “And they’re satin, oh, how decadent, right?” They aren’t particularly expensive, but still, Evie barely even wills herself to touch a ribbon before reeling in her hand as if they were HOT! “Satin, too, oh... Millie;” a silly, almost child-like smile spreads across her face-- and in a true effort not to waste what little funds she has on those pretty rainbow pointe shoes, she reaches for the other, looping their arms together to hopefully ward off temptation. 

“    OI     -----         naughty    ——     naughty   !            ”        HERE  SITS  ROBERT  PLANT;             one  might  observe  the  casual  amalgamation  from  business  Robert  to  rocker  Robert,  first  when  millie  grabs  at  his  bum  and  then  when  he  turns  again  ,         very  much  surprised  to  see  her.  he  turns  to  the  microphone  ,          outing  his  cigarette     .    ❛    RIGHT   -   i’ve  got  somefin’  to  take  care  o’  right  quick      .    ❜               it’s  all  the  reporter  is  given  when  the  led  zeppelin  front  man  takes  to  his  feet  in  hot  pursuit  of  the  woman   ,                  grinning  as  a  madman  would,   just  before  catching  his  prey    .              

and  he  does,           CATCH HIS PREY.        millie  is  arm  when  he  quickly  winds  an  around  her  waist,      lifting  her  into  the  air  with  a  single  sweep;    his  free  hand  comes  to  playfully  prod  at  her  sides,   enjoys  the  way  she  wriggles   .            ❛   i  was  in  an  interview  ,        young  lady      —     you’re  a  little  pest  today  ,      aren’t  you  ?               who  invited  you      ---        DON’T    SAY    YOU    ACTUALLY     GOT    AN    INVITE      .    ❜              eventually ,          much  to  his  dismay,   he  did  even  up  returning  her  to  the  floor  .      ❛     who  did  you  blackmail  this  week    ?      ❜  

@musicflavored​ said: Smooches his cheek

      he doesn’t hesitate to just grab her. he picks her up fast, one arm under her bum while the other held tightly to her back, after coaxing at least one leg to wrap around his waist to help him out a little. he’d been working out to build his muscle mass back up-- but he was still weak as shit. and he was probably going to regret this little stunt in the morning.

@musicflavored​ said: Sends him some cherry pie .

“so do you play?” the singer waved toward some of his equipment as he fished a beer out of an ice chest near the soundstage. he wasn’t exactly sure what anyone found interesting about him, but then again. did anyone think highly of themselves?

@musicflavored​ sent: 💖 

from random muse encounters: 💖 : covered in paint

            he’s trying to repaint the apartment. it’s too white-- to drab. there’s nothing about it that screams home. and while he’s not totally sure he’ll be staying much longer-- because he’s not sure millie wants to live there with him. and god knows he’ll leave this place in a heartbeat for her. but, for now, he wanted to put more color into the place. the apartment building didn’t seem to mind-- but that was probably because they could make some sort of profit off it when he left, and he knew for a fact The Association was paying them far too much for this place. Who were they to complain?

      which was why he was now covered in paint. he’d chosen a nice yellow for the kitchen-- with a muted orange for an accent wall (which he had learned about though the internet). And while the walls were looking immaculate, his clothes were absolutely ruined, his hair was caked in it, and he’d probably have to get a new pair of shoes at this point. (which wasn’t the end of the world, since he only had dress shoes, and decided to just wear those everywhere until they broke down, or this happened. despite the fact that he could more than afford another pair.)