Fingers, an exotic scarlet. They sting, throbbing against nylon strings. The skin hardens, a desperate attempt to protect the tender flesh within. It isn’t fast enough, though.
Red crescents line Cerulean’s skin, digging into the tender plush of their hands. Sliding up and down, jabbing downwards, pinning strings to the fretboard.
Fingers pinching around a small coin, Cerulean strums. Moving up, up, up then down. A cycle, repeating for all time. Up, up, up, then down. Along with their heartbeat, thumping against their chest.
Thump, thump, thump, a beat.
Thump, thump, thump, a beat.
A pair of lips open, in the shape of a circle. They try to speak, mouthing out words. Yet they all come out as clouds of air, soundless. It takes a few tries, before a sound emerged.
A voice, trembling around the edges. Uncertain, treading places they’ve never treaded before. Vocal chords shaking, trying to calibrate themselves to the perfect pitch.
“This is a love song, for a… guy.”
A jerky strum.
“Who’ll never know it’s about him.”
A nervous chuckle.
“I know it’s pretty stupid, but I’m much too shy to tell him.”
A light thud. The clatter of a plate being set down. Startled, Cerulean releases the coin. It slides into the hole, clanging against the wooden interior of their ukulele. Reminiscent of a coin slot into a gachapon machine. Rattling within, signifying a chance. If only they were brave enough to take it.
Emerald eyes glance up at them, framed by ginger locks curling around his cheeks. Cater Diamond. A… upperclassman.
There were more words Cerulean would have used to introduce him, but as an upperclassman would be the nicest. Fingers trailing down the edge of the table, he nudges the plate towards them.
A slice of cake, freshly whipped Snow White cream spilling down its spongy exterior. Strawberries were tantalisingly arranged onto the top, the ruby red of the fruits gleaming at them. Strawberry cheesecake.
“Thanks, Diamond.”
A curt reply, coming out a little more sharply then they intended. Cerulean bit their lips, a sharp pang racing through the lower one.
“Thank you…Cater.”
Plopping down beside them, Cater only waves their hand in the air listlessly.
“No problem, no problem! It’s your special day, after all.”
A finger reached for Cerulean’s face, tapping on their nose ever so lightly. A gentle, playful poke, that has their nose scrunching up at his touch.
All they could do was gape.
“You remembered?”
Cater’s hand reaches for his heart, clutching it rather melodramatically. He leans back, groaning in exaggerated pain. As dramatic as he was, no amount of acting could hide the grin spreading across his cheeks.
“Of course! After all, it’s your day.”
He grins at them, a softer smile gracing his lips this time.
“I’ll always remember.”
Scooting a little closer, Cater nudges them playfully. Elbow jabbing into their arm, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. In response, Cerulean only sighs, swinging their ukulele towards him.
A knight’s joust, between human limbs and a wooden instrument. It ended in a draw, with both fighters laughing pearls of laughter. It echoed throughout the room, amplifying the pure joy that spilled from their lips.
Clutching at his sides, Cater’s body leans a little closer to theirs. Head settling into the crook of their neck, nuzzling like an overgrown pet. Cerulean only chuckles, before they swing an arm around his shoulders.
A moment of silence, settling around both of them. A wonderful quiet, a gentle quilted blanket wrapping both of them tightly. The comfort of having someone you love, beside you.
It’s nice, Cerulean admits silently. It’s nice to have Cater by their side. Living and breathing, heartbeat thumping through their skin. Cater’s nice to be around in general, but his presence never failed to calm their nerves.
Not that they’ll ever tell him that.
Cater moves a little closer, his two arms snaking around their waist. Holding Cerulean closer and closer, until their waist slotted against his. Fitting together perfectly, two pieces of a puzzle.
Heaving a sigh, Cerulean finally allowed themselves to melt into his embrace. Moving towards his touch, letting their body fall. Fall towards him.
It’s nothing new to them.
Cerulean has been falling for Cater for quite some time. They have yet to reach the bottom, even after all this time. ‘Course, they’ll never tell him.
They’re much too shy to.
“Y’know, Cinder and Wei Jie wanted me come back to Ramshackle dorm for a surprise…
but I guess we could stay here like this.. for awhile.”
“Guh- You came all this way just for me? You really shouldn’t have!”
“But thank you, all the same.”
Happy Birthday to Cerulean Marple!
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I know you love sister wives- thoughts on janelle leaving!
Ok well one I didn't know this until this second so I googled it to confirm and shrieked
Two, my initial thoughts are: 1. good. Kody put her in a position where she had to choose between him and her kids, and now her grandkids. She didn't want to and made that known and he still kept acting like a kid himself so. The bitch had it coming. 2. Christine leaving made her do an audit on her marriage and it didn't hold up, apparently. She has her kids, their families, Christine, her kids, and their families. She doesn't have to worry about splitting her time between people who actually love her and people who make her feel contractually obligated to them.
Overall, I'm ecstatic for her. I just told Mr. SC (a lowkey Janelle stan as some of you know) and he said (sarcastically) "uh oh, another knife in the kidneys" 😭
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