The bass vibrates through the floor, rattles her legs and pumps the club into a fury. As people dance they're always pushing towards the center, towards the front, sweaty bodies moving in sync, brushing against each other violently. The crowd threatens to swallow Mini whole; she loses herself in the shuffle, can't remember which door they came through and where the DJ is stationed. She is all too aware of her body, her arms are appendages that don't belong to her; she doesn't know what to do with them. Mini bends her legs, bobs, shakes her head back and forth, hair flying in front of her face, sticking to her lipgloss. She's drowning in the beat, among the bodies.
Fingers clasps around her wrist, and she looks down, relieved to see the the familiar, black nail polish. She looks up, a smile curling her lips as she see Liv, lipstick faded, eyeliner smudged, earrings swaying. This is the part Mini loves, Liv's fingers wrapped around her wrist shooting life through her veins, the answering grin on Liv's mouth as she leans in close, brushing Mini's earlobe. "Come on," she says. Mini knows she is screaming, but it sounds like a secreted whispered only for her.
Liv pulls her through the crowd, swerving and pushing. Mini trips over people's feet and legs, bumps into their hips, but they don't notice. Everything swims in front of her eyes, the smoke of someone's cigarette getting caught in her throat, making her cough and blink back tears.
And then they're outside, cool air ramming into Mini the way the bodies in the club were. It feels sharp against her skin, almost painful, as though her entire body fell asleep and is being woken up with that needling feeling. She has to resist the urge to collapse against the brick wall outside. Her legs feel hollow, as though the bone has disappeared and left her only with skin and blood.
Liv drops her wrist and Mini bites her lip. These actions feel connected.
"Fun, huh?" Liv says, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. The flame makes shadows on her face; they dance there, creating a story out of Liv's cheekbones, nose, eyelashes. Mini resists the urge to reach out, follow the lines with her fingertips, read the story with her palm. "You want one?" Liv holds the carton out.
"Um, no. It's okay," Mini says. Goosebumps pop up on her arms, her body registering the cold air.
"Sure?" Liv asks before taking the drag, her mouth forming a perfect circle when she exhales, the smoke floating right through Mini and blending into the night sky.
"Yeah."
Liv shrugs, inhales again, and Mini leans against the wall, the scratch of brick catching on her shirt. She rubs her arms and watches Liv smoke, wondering what it's like to be carefree and confident, to not care what happens next. She wants to ask if Liv hooked up with anyone in the club after Mini got lost in the crowd, wants to know what color said person's eyes are and how it made Liv's heart beat faster.
She doesn't ask because she doesn't have a story of her own to tell.
The night feels still even though Mini can feel the thump of music under her feet, hears girls giggling somewhere down the street. The glow of a nearby streetlamp makes a halo around Liv's head when she steps forward and stomps out her cigarette, the ash beneath her feet standing out against the pavement and her bright green shoes.
Liv leans in; Mini's breath catches in her throat. She kisses Liv because Liv always makes Mini go first, like she knows how it makes Mini stop spiraling, gives her some sense of control as she places her hands on Liv's shoulders, curls her fingers around Liv's top. Mini sweeps her tongue along Liv's cheek, wants to bite Liv's lip but doesn't know how. She tastes like alcohol and smoke, and it makes Mini's stomach coil, makes her heart jolt in her ribcage.
Mini's knees buckle and Liv keeps her from falling down by pressing their bodies together.
eeeeeeeeeeeeeee, oh god, I was so excited to see this filled and this is perfect, seriously. The descriptions of the club are so vivid and vibrant and ugh I love it, and Miniiiiii and Livvvvvv, guh. My favourite, favourite part is how Liv makes Mini kiss her first because Mini needs that much control, just, yes.
Liv drops her wrist and Mini bites her lip. These actions feel connected.
I just love these sentences too, I can't even explain, but. The way you write their little actions through the whole thing is marvelous, really, it all feels so realistic and the language is gorgeous. BASICALLY, I LOVE IT, THANK YOU <3
The bass vibrates through the floor, rattles her legs and pumps the club into a fury. As people dance they're always pushing towards the center, towards the front, sweaty bodies moving in sync, brushing against each other violently. The crowd threatens to swallow Mini whole; she loses herself in the shuffle, can't remember which door they came through and where the DJ is stationed. She is all too aware of her body, her arms are appendages that don't belong to her; she doesn't know what to do with them. Mini bends her legs, bobs, shakes her head back and forth, hair flying in front of her face, sticking to her lipgloss. She's drowning in the beat, among the bodies.
Fingers clasps around her wrist, and she looks down, relieved to see the the familiar, black nail polish. She looks up, a smile curling her lips as she see Liv, lipstick faded, eyeliner smudged, earrings swaying. This is the part Mini loves, Liv's fingers wrapped around her wrist shooting life through her veins, the answering grin on Liv's mouth as she leans in close, brushing Mini's earlobe. "Come on," she says. Mini knows she is screaming, but it sounds like a secreted whispered only for her.
Liv pulls her through the crowd, swerving and pushing. Mini trips over people's feet and legs, bumps into their hips, but they don't notice. Everything swims in front of her eyes, the smoke of someone's cigarette getting caught in her throat, making her cough and blink back tears.
And then they're outside, cool air ramming into Mini the way the bodies in the club were. It feels sharp against her skin, almost painful, as though her entire body fell asleep and is being woken up with that needling feeling. She has to resist the urge to collapse against the brick wall outside. Her legs feel hollow, as though the bone has disappeared and left her only with skin and blood.
Liv drops her wrist and Mini bites her lip. These actions feel connected.
"Fun, huh?" Liv says, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. The flame makes shadows on her face; they dance there, creating a story out of Liv's cheekbones, nose, eyelashes. Mini resists the urge to reach out, follow the lines with her fingertips, read the story with her palm. "You want one?" Liv holds the carton out.
"Um, no. It's okay," Mini says. Goosebumps pop up on her arms, her body registering the cold air.
"Sure?" Liv asks before taking the drag, her mouth forming a perfect circle when she exhales, the smoke floating right through Mini and blending into the night sky.
"Yeah."
Liv shrugs, inhales again, and Mini leans against the wall, the scratch of brick catching on her shirt. She rubs her arms and watches Liv smoke, wondering what it's like to be carefree and confident, to not care what happens next. She wants to ask if Liv hooked up with anyone in the club after Mini got lost in the crowd, wants to know what color said person's eyes are and how it made Liv's heart beat faster.
She doesn't ask because she doesn't have a story of her own to tell.
The night feels still even though Mini can feel the thump of music under her feet, hears girls giggling somewhere down the street. The glow of a nearby streetlamp makes a halo around Liv's head when she steps forward and stomps out her cigarette, the ash beneath her feet standing out against the pavement and her bright green shoes.
Liv leans in; Mini's breath catches in her throat. She kisses Liv because Liv always makes Mini go first, like she knows how it makes Mini stop spiraling, gives her some sense of control as she places her hands on Liv's shoulders, curls her fingers around Liv's top. Mini sweeps her tongue along Liv's cheek, wants to bite Liv's lip but doesn't know how. She tastes like alcohol and smoke, and it makes Mini's stomach coil, makes her heart jolt in her ribcage.
Mini's knees buckle and Liv keeps her from falling down by pressing their bodies together.
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Liv drops her wrist and Mini bites her lip. These actions feel connected.
I just love these sentences too, I can't even explain, but. The way you write their little actions through the whole thing is marvelous, really, it all feels so realistic and the language is gorgeous. BASICALLY, I LOVE IT, THANK YOU <3
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