RUE & LEXI in
EUPHORIA | S02E03: Ruminations: Big and Little Bullys
“I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights (via wordsnquotes)
she's a burst of sparkles, coruscating around the room as if she's her own light source, kaleidoscopic in her movements. everything she touches seems to shimmer, vibrating with energy - or maybe it's just the trail of glitter she leaves in her wake. indigo finds herself in compromising positions more often than not, tonight being no exception as she perches languidly atop a pile of records, limbs gracefully crossed despite their expanse & her less than stable seating arrangements. & her heart does a hop, skip & jump! at the feeling of his fingers brushing against her shoulder, knows who is beside her purely on scent alone. "why mr albrecht, you certainly are a man after my own heart!" she speaks in a feigned southern drawl ( one which she'll most definitely regret later when she's lying in bed replaying the events of the evening .) "lead the way!"
𝙒𝙃𝙊 : closed for @hctbxed . 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 : event 001 — in celebration.
it's a unique sort of lightheadedness, isn't it? when your heart does that quiet little trip over itself, not tossing you enough to knock you over, but just dizzying enough to make you notice the floor. tate's been fine all night, thank you very much, but now that the party's hit a little lull—pizza congealing on paper plates, soda gone flat, you sexy thing threatening another comeback—his eyes can't help but wander back to her. they've been doing that a lot recently, haven't they? it's embarrassing just how much courage it takes ( he's never really needed to will it to be, has he? ) for him to sidle over to her, finger lifting up to tap on the blonde's shoulder, gentle and hesitant. "hey. you busy?" obviously not, idiot, tate chides internally as he lifts a joint between two fingers and offers the most casual smile he can manage. "rooftop? we can share."