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— papillon —
(n) butterfly
origin ; french
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I smiled at the thought of asking Adrianna out to a date tonight. I was in love with her, it was as simple as that and I knew it because I've never felt the things I feel with her with anyone else in all my years of existing. But how could you not love her, everything about her was captivating - her beautiful eyes, her breathtaking smile, her luscious pink lips, her mind. She was so philosophical, perceptual, her thoughts were deep on a whole other level. God, she was perfect.
She was in her room at the moment and I imagined her as I walked to my wardrobe to get a shirt when I heard her famous Arctic Monkeys AM vinyl playing. It started off soft and somewhat got louder until it was echoing throughout the bloody mansion. This girl really has no sense of sound, I chuckle to myself.
Just thinking about her, I craved to see her, to see her eyes bore into mine. I fucking loved when see had all her attention fixated on me. Yet, I couldn't find a fucking shirt. Fuck it. I walked out of my room shirtless and a few steps across to her room. Her door was freely open and she was being the beautiful free spirit she was. I leaned across the door frame and watched her. She was completely rocking out to 'R U Mine' as if she was indeed at a rock concert and goddamn, was she lovely, I couldn't help but stare. She calmed down once 'One for the Road' started, running a hand down her hair and that's when I saw her face - worried, lost, confusion, teary eyes. These were the emotions she'd never dare to show around anyone and my heart hurt for her. She buried her hurt and pain deep inside of her and only showed happiness. There weren't many people that could see past that and see her smiles were full of fake happiness, her beautiful gold irises held an immense amount of pain, but I knew. And I could see past it all.
Because I was the exact same.
She had yet to notice me as she sat against her bed on the floor with her very infamous notebook in hand along with two pencils and her many black Muji pens. She sighed deeply and it was shaky. Shit, something was wrong.
Quietly, I walked over to the vinyl player and subtly lowered the volume. When I looked over at her, she was already looking at me, wide eyed, lips slightly apart and she was frozen; nervousness and anxiousness written all over her face.
"Um, uh, hi?" She stumbled on her words shyly.
"Hey, love." Oh that's fucking wonderful, my English decided now was a perfect time to make an appearance.
Looking into her eyes, she seemed to lighten up a bit and look happier than what she was seconds ago. She had yet to say something, anything and I caught her eyes raking my body. And fuck, I loved it. I had momentarily forgotten that not putting on a shirt meant my tattoos were all on display but Adrianna loved them, loved to look at them, that much I knew. I coughed once and smirked when her eyes snapped up to meet mine. Her eyes sparkled and her cheeks were a deep crimson; she stared at me with those big golden eyes, full of light and innocence. I cleared my throat once more and made my way to sit next to her. More so, her cheeks became even more pink and her eyes widened even more.
"What're you up to?" I ask with a smile.
"N-nothing," she stuttered. The entire time, she was staring right at me, never diverting her attention, but as she spoke, she would steal glances at my chest and abs. Having her eyes on me did certain things to my head and body and goddamn, how hard I try not to lose myself.
"I was feeling inspire, so I was continuing this poem I had started some time ago," she hadn't stuttered, but instead spoke so softly, so faintly. She looked relaxed as she spoke about her craft, it was alluring.
I smiled, "Tell me about it." Her eyes snapped up and our gazes locked. Her jaw hung ajar and she looked surprised, "What?" She let out a breathy laugh. I took her hand in mine, "Tell me all about your poem and inspiration."
"Well, I don't know, my inspiration comes unexpectedly. I was listening to 'Find Our Way,' by Midnight Kids. and I had started this poem titled, "Baristas + Bouquets." And I have no idea why, but I just felt like this spark to continue right now," she spoke so delicately and I just could not help but smile.
"What have you got written already," I ask, trying to peek in her notebook, but she was quick to close the cover and look back in my eyes.
"I can read it to you if you want," and I nod my head, staring into her eyes. She opened the book, but held it away from me and breathed in deeply,
"baristas + bouquets
"epigraph
we could have dinner and wine
i could compliment you
b u t t h a t w o u l d t a k e a l l n i g h t
— romantic by stanaj
"walking in
the vintage
coffeeshoppe,
her smile was
vibrant as ever,
her lips
luscious and pink.
he didn't think
he could ever
fathom into words
how he felt with her.
he was
captivated, enticed,
and mesmerised.
'ello love,
the handsome
barista called.
and even through
all the vivacious
coffeeshoppe talks
surrounding her,
his voice was
all she heard.
melancholy + accented,
her feet took her
to the counter.
"hello handsome,
she said faintly.
her voice
was
soft, light,
angelic.
he would never
get tired of it.
she ordered her usual,
peach citrus
white tea
and a crepe.
he freshly
brewed the tea
and made the
crepe from scratch.
they conversed
in small talk,
his oceanic
blue eyes,
piercing her
liquid gold orbs.
"he disappeared
into the kitchen
only to
come back
with her order.
serving her,
she smelled of
tiramisu and citrus.
"That's all I have," she smile sheepishly. I had heard her writing recited in creative writing class, but hearing her recite it alone was different. She sounded to free spirited and her voice wasn't strained like how it'd be in class. God, she really is something divine. She looked at me, but I was already looking at her and she blushed, looking down at her lap, wringing her fingers. She was adorable.
She started to get up, but I tugged on her wrist, pulling her down on my lap and she landed perfectly.
"Where're you going?" I murmur in her hair. Her expression is one of a deer caught in headlights.
"Adrianna..." I trail teasingly, leaning against the bed.
"I was going to change the vinyl," she whispered and caught me by surprise, leaning into me.
"Don't," I whisper.
"Okay," she replied smiling, and closing her eyes with bliss.
I wanted to ask her now, but what if I mess up damnit. Things between us were going smooth, I didn't want to ruin it. I didn't want her to runaway. I didn't want her to leave me.
She makes me so fucking nervous.
I cleared my throat and opened my mouth, "Adrianna, I have something to ask you."
"Hm?"
"I-I have something to ask you," I stuttered and rubbed the back of my neck. My accent was thick now and I grew way too nervous with her giving me all her attention now. She began tracing my jawline. If only she knew what that was actually doing to me. If only she knew just how much I wanted to have her pinned underneath me.
"Yeah?"
"Go on a date with me, Adrianna," came rushing out of my mouth. Oh my dear god, I need help. Her eyes widened and she froze, "W-what?"
"Will you go out with me, love?"
"W-when?"
"Tonight!" I grinned cheekily. She was definitely surprised and confused.
"Um, uh," she bit her lip, pondering. She closed her eyes and smiled and all I could think was how much I wanted to take lip between mine. I wanted to feel her soft lips against mine. Not a second later, she opened those beautiful eyes and smiled the greatest smile ever.
"Yes, Phoenix, I'd love to," she said in her soft voice. A smile broke out on my face and I breathed with deep relief.
§
Dressed in black jeans, a black v-neck, and black leather jacket along with my black Doc Martens, I wasn't sure why I felt so fucking nervous. It was just a date.
But just a date with Adrianna, a voice laughed in my head, You're so whipped.
She descended down the spiral stairs and my breath got caught in my throat. She looked fucking ravishing. She was taking it to another level with baby pink shorts that barely covered her long and silky legs, a plain white t-shirt tied in the front and a baby pink leather jacket. And holy fucking shit, it must be some sort of sin for her to wear whatever damn bra she's currently wearing. They brought out her breasts and the tightly pulled t-shirt accentuated her curve. She had the body of an hourglass; so perfectly curved and carved. Goddamn, I was really going to have a problem keeping my hands off her tonight.
I swallowed uncomfortably, feeling myself get hard in my jeans. Fuck me, I'm going to need a cold fucking shower.
Goddamnit, I cursed in my head, the number of guys that'll make my 'to kill list' this evening for just looking at my girl would be unreal.
Adrianna Vasiliev, was mine.
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"Can I get a stirred up glass of natural mineral water and bubbles," Adrianna ordered.
"I'll have the sparkling grapefruit sangria with lillet rosé," I nodded at the waiter who distractedly wrote down my drink as he just so happened to be eyeing up Adrianna. Is this fucker serious?
"You can stop staring at my girl and fucking leave," I said through gritted teeth, waving him off as he was still staring at her. He looked over at me, for the first fucking time tonight, glaring and then walking away. Excuse me?
Adrianna giggled and my attention was fixed back on her.
"Your girl?" She looked dumbfounded.
"My girl," I nodded with a smirk.
A giggle escaped her lips again and my hand went to take hers over the table and intertwine them. She didn't seem caught off guard by my gesture as her soft giggles turned into a full blown laughter. Her laughs and smiles were contagious because soon enough, I found myself laughing with her.
"Is Phoenix Worthington, jealous," she teased.
"Very," I growled, leaning over the table and placing a soft kiss on her cheek, "You're mine chérie. And only mine."
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We were on Pier 31, walking out of the restaurant we just dined in and now we were heading to the ice cream parlour that was just a few shoppes away from the restaurant.
It was already eight o' clock, after we got our ice cream, we'd walk hand in hand on the boardwalk overlooking the white quartz sand and the cerulean sea. All the while, we'd feel the ocean breeze and watch the cotton candy skies as the gold skies set.
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um, the ending was cute? remember, phoenix worthington is a brooding bastard, but he has that hidden side of him that's a tumblr boy :) so he has his moments