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Everything sucks.

Reference

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So I’ve been thinking about that Supercorp AU where Kara and Lena raise Kon-El...

Anyway, I’m moving forward on that happy Supercorp + Kon au I have that I was repressing for so long because I was convinced no one would care but you know what. This is for me. Welcome to my self indulgence where I work through things via giving this pseudo clone child a good home and Kara and Lena the domestic life they deserve.

Y’all out here trying to power through the final season of Supergirl (rip your patience and sanity, you brave souls) because I gave up on it like 2? years ago knowing where they weren’t going because of the queerbaiting. I can’t withstand watching the end first hand. So I’m peacefully writing an AU where Kara and Lena adopt and raise Kon-El (ie Superboy/Conner Kent Luthor my sweet 90′s punk styled boi) together and get married somewhere in the process because I love their dynamic and I want them to be happy and I might as well give them Kon so he can be properly raised by somebody. I’m always so sad seeing him sidelined in the family by Clark in the comics and Kon doesn’t feel like he really fits into the Kent family. I might as well fuse these two concepts I’m passionate into one thing.

Think about it: Kara and Lena being cute domestic wives and getting to share everything they have with each other and a child who is not only tied to both of them by blood, but wasn’t wanted or immediately accepted by his biological parents (I’m keeping him as being made from Superman and Lex Luthor’s DNA because I think that assists in the storytelling more. and also he’s so ashamed of his ties to Lex in canon and that he was born “wrong” that i feel like changing him to having different bio parents goes against the spirit of his story. He should be loved for who he is not who he’s made from). They get to adopt the kid and give him a place where he is wanted and loved which helps them overcome their own childhood traumas. THAT’S THE GOOD SHIT

I already made a meme to convey my passion for this idea

I would die for this AU (that I need to give it a name at some point) and I have no one I know who likes Supercorp to share it with. I have so many sketches and little bits of writing for this that I never posted. Please let me know if anyone is interested in this.

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Tom Hardy on REORG charity Insta

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Tom Hardy via TikTok

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People!

Go and do it!

please take my What Kind of Vampire Are You? quiz…

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SuperCorp Children facts

Recently, I was thinking about #SuperCorpChildren and came to some interesting conclusions:

>The first child would be the most anticipated, because Lena has a lot of stress in her life and everyone would be constantly stressed or not having a miscarriage (kill me if I'm wrong, but in my opinion it is Lena who would like to be pregnant, not our beloved Kara).

>CatCo would definitely create the hashtag #SuperChild or something like that and stamp all possible passwords associated with it. However, considering the friendship between Cat and Kara, the first articles would appear very late, even a few years after their birth, when our Super couple would decide to do so.

>I have the overwhelming feeling it must be frustrating to be a child of two of the world's most powerful beings. (I know from my autopsy that being a baby of someone important is frustrating, everyone looks at their hands and has huge expectations. You are afraid to make even the smallest mistake.).

>Their first child would be very restrained and subdued. He would be extremely aware of his powers, which he would learn from an early age. Additionally, being surrounded by DEO officers and agents becomes serious.

>One of their children, perhaps in the name of adolescent rebellion or simply out of temperament, would choose Conner Kent (a clone of Superman and Lex Luthor) as their best friend. Kara would probably have no problem with that, but Lena would have been skeptical of him for a long time because of her relationship with Lex.

>Since children were a mix of Kryptonian and human genes, I think they would have to train to stay in shape on a par with their cosmic mother. But it would come easy for them. They would also not be able to train in human conditions only in high overload zones, e.g. instead of lifting something in kilograms, they would have to in tons.

>It seems to me that only one of the SuperCorp children would choose to become CEO of LuthorCorp.

>One of the kids would like to recreate Krypton. Maybe at the level of planetary restoration, but maybe gradually from the formation of families. We have the family of El which grows with the children of Kala and Kara. One of the children would choose to recreate another Kryptonian lineage. Digging a little bit into google I think they would choose the Veks family (The house of Veks, their ancestors stood for begining, question and change) so it would be a good choice for a new beginning of Krypton.

That would be against the background. If something else comes to my mind, it will definitely show up here.

#supercorp #supercorp children #child #superchild #bean draws #supercorp beans #supergirl #supergirlcw #kara danvers #kara zor el #lena luthor #luthor corp #fun facts #superboy #conner kent #house of el #house of veks

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#lifeguard #oc art #oc #fanfiction #rescuer #water #water rescue #paramedic #art #digital art #begginer

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I read a fic recently where Kara ran into a type of kryptonite that made her switch genders, so in order to visualize I made these edits, and yes according to me Chris Evans is the male version of Kara

#fanfiction #lgbt #supercorp #supercorp fanfiction #kara zor el #kara danvers #kara danvers genderbend #genderband #lena luthor #supergirl #supergirl cw #supersuit #karlena #kara x lena

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Pilot

Dzień jak codzień z życia strażaka, studenta, ratownika, barmana, legionisty... No w sumie po prostu z mojego życia Czyli jak przeżyć wykłady z anatomii prawidłowej? Nie da się. Serio. To nie jest żart. Nie da się tego zrobić, a napewno nie po zarwanej nocce na nauce właśnie anatomii prawidłowej, bo człowiek spodziewa się wejściówki, a okazuje się, że będzie dopiero za tydzień na zajęciach w Mordorze. (do medycznego Mordoru jeszcze dojdziemy). Pomijając spędzenie całego dnia wcześniejszego i jeszcze poprzedniego na wykładach od siódmej do dwudziestej. Nie odbierajcie tego jako narzekanie. W żadnym wypadku. Widziałem plany zajęć innych kierunków i grup - wiem, żę mogło być gorzej. Chociaż okna między wykładami, które są za krótkie, aby pojechać do domu i za długie, aby siedzieć pod salą wykładową nie ustawiają człowieka w żaden sposób. Starajmy się jednak szukać pozytywów na tym pięknym wykładzie o godzinie siódmej trzydzieści rano, u największego diabła, który sam o sobie mówi, że "zło nigdy nie śpi". Takowych pozytywów nie ma. Przysięgam, że szukałem. Niestety podczas analizy wiązań między kręgami szyjnymi, około czterdziestej minuty wykładu, poddałem się. A wykład do dziesiątej trzydzieści. Podobno jednak wytrzymałem bardzo długo jak na tyle godzin na nogach - mój organizm musi mieć mnie za niezłego dupka. Nieszczęśliwie trzy flat whitey i obiad zamiast śniadania nie rozbudziły mnie na tyle, aby wytrzymać całe zajęcia. Nie będę wspominał o polepszeniu skupienia, które zdaje się, że usiadało w tylnych rzędach i postanowiło uciąć sobie drzemkę. Przy pierwszej godzinie wykładu moja głowa kiwała się jak hawajska laleczka na kokpicie osobówki przy jeździe po "kocich łbach". Powieki z sekundy na sekundę robiły się ciężkie, jak z ołowiu. Zdecydowanie nie chcielibyście, aby na urwanym filmie zobaczył was wykładowca, który na całej uczelni uchodzi za największego kutasa i jest cięty dosłownie na wszystko co żyje.

#oc #lifestyle #fireman #strażak #straż pożarna #ratownik #rescuer #paramedic #żołnierz #soldier #college #studia #medyk #medic #life #blog #vlog #pilot #dzień jak codzień

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"A lot of my friends Want's to be ripped... And I'm Just here, wanting to be thick as f*uck"

Like

they Want shredded ABS = I prefer toned ABS and big V-cut

They Want small ass = I want thick butt (which a woman can grab)

They Want smooth chest = I want big pecs which will be like a pillow for my future lady

They Want thin muscled legs = I hant calves like a beast

They Want clean face = I want thick short cut beard

And you girls? Who do you prefer and what do you like the most? What turns you on in a man body?

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I really can't move on from this.

I mean, like....

Bonus:

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Adventure Time AU ‘’ Behind the Scenes’‘

An AU of Tangled inspired me to draw this. xD

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This is my very first character template. It’s pretty simple, but I hope y’all can get some use out of it! The font I used for most of the text is QUICKSAND, which you can find [ here ]! I hope this helps inspire someone to do something nice for their OCs. ♡

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Lena Luthor -> “Supergirl” S4 outfits (S3 | S2)

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Lena Luthor x reader (Couldn’t stand a chance; not against you)

Request: Can you do a lena x reader : where the reader doesnt think they have a chance with lena because they think that she has feelings for kara but she likes the reader instead 

a/n: so, I guess it’s pretty obvious that I’ve added another component of media to complement the reading experience, and here’s my first ever go at it!!! There’s only so many of the same gifs I can use for these posts tbh, LOL. I am seriously having the time of my life though… It’s so much easier writing this particular style of fan fic and being able to envision so many different lives this way - there’s really so much freedom and I am absolutely loving every moment of it. Thank you all for sticking around and thanks to those who dropped by and read something I’ve written. I truly appreciate every last one of ya :D

this was a really fun one but also a bit challenging. I feel like I’ve taken a bit of a different direction than what I’m usually predisposed to and totally cranked up all the angst I could muster for this… Who knows why I was in such a mood to be an angst monster. I guess I figured this one in particular deserved it. I think I can happily say I’m pretty proud of this one!!

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If anyone were to ask you to describe your life, you would perhaps say it’s remained rather happily uncomplicated thus far, and you’d coasted for the better part of the two decades of your happy-go-lucky life. You left high school and the rest of your worries behind, ready for the next chapter in your life.

You messed around a little bit before eventually buckling down to attend a small community college and chase your diploma - much to your pleasant surprise, you somehow you managed to graduate on the dean’s list.

Now, you find yourself starting as a tattoo apprentice, something you absolutely did not go to school for but stumbled upon in a serendipitous stroke of events. Naturally, you said yes to the opportunity when it presented itself.

You’ve come to understand that in life, things more often than not have a long-winded way to go about being; things that are meant to be come to fruition right as you’re ready, and yet they are realized long after you can be aware of what’s happened. Before you know it, you’re changed - and that is the truth of the very reactionary nature of the privilege that is to exist.

As it was, you’re just like anyone else, trying to find the precarious balance of standing out of the way of things you can’t fight with, and taking action for the things you so badly wanted and to fight for them.

Still, you would admit you were a lover more than a fighter - and still you think that’s the shittiest cliche known to mankind. You’ve come to learn that the two aren’t mutually exclusive - you often in fact found yourself dancing on the precipice of both realities at once.

So how on earth possibly were you to know if you would fight for what you love, or love what you want to fight for, or whatever else tired trope have you? You certainly did not know.

It’s a conundrum indeed to be a respectful person, and even more so a challenge to respect yourself enough and to believe you deserve certain guarantees of happiness, just like anyone else.

If you were confronted with the choice of getting what you so deeply wanted in your heart, but doing so would be at the cost of irreparably hurting the one you desired at all, what would you even choose?

Keep reading

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- Victoria Erickson

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In love with a secret

Naturally quiet sky. The remains of cold winter and mild heat upcoming spring. Minted by the old clock tenth it stated the exact start of the masked ball in an old-fashioned restaurant on the sidelines of the city. Guests gradually rode a variety of cars, sometimes taxis, and even long or short limousines. Each stood out from the crowd even minimal. Men lacked breath when their partners stood in the gentle lamplight surrounding restaurant. Colored lights hanging above the entrance threw a rainbow glow on a variety of dresses and suits.

During the whole ball was determined only one conductive rule - masks must be worn until the official end. As a result had to be maintained atmosphere to know your partner, his or her mysterious personality, which everyone hides. For this one evening you could become someone completely different . Classical music was spreading among the guests passing by polished parquet to their tables. Music was played by several persons band with two vocalists, woman and a tall man who played on the violin between quiet verses songs.

Another group appeared in the courtroom. Three people in suits and one in a dress. Christopher, Damien, Nicole and Gabriela, a specific group of close friends. Quietly looking around toned decorations they went to an empty table with four chairs. Young men were very different. Tall Christopher was extremely thin, had aloof, but warm look. Black two-piece suit with selected blue tie and handkerchief in his front pocket was imperceptibly loose, but still looked at him incredibly. Perfectly arranged hair was slicked back with the high-ranking front. Success crowned platinum black mask with a black ribbon tied to the back of the head.

Meanwhile Damien seemed to be the complete opposite of his new friend. Medium height, almost a head shorter, he was very well built. Also two-piece suit well matched to his muscles. Dark blond hair as usual had piled up with minimally trimmed sides. Merry flames danced in the unaccustomed contact lens eyes that encircled the stiff , black mask on a thin but strong elastic. Even small smile never left his face, he was too excited about the whole event.

Third person in a suit was Nicole. Minor stature of Damien, but still extensive, she sat with founded foot on the other leg and with glass in her hand. As one of the few in the room she was wearing a traditional black suit with closed lapels of her jacket. Vest also was black and shirt was in a really dark shade of grey. Soft red tie and handkerchief in chest pocket gave life of the whole composition. The mask was properly trimmed satin belt with cut out holes for eyes. Short brown hair was piled up in wave which fell terminal on the right side of the forehead, the sides were thoroughly, but not too short shaved.

The last person, the only in dress was beautiful young pianist sat with shy expression. She came by the arduous exhortations from Nicole. Gabriela didn’t like big events, much more preferred to spend time at home with close friends and possibly drink something stronger. Masked ball wasn’t her climate. However, this event after all promised to be very pleasant. She smoothed her hands over delicate material of an ankle-length dress. Creation was red, holding on the breast and carefully adhering until the middle of the abdomen, continue doing marginally wider. While steps were heard quiet tapping of pretty high heels. Classic golden and red hard mask was associated to head by gold belt hidden under the mid-related red hair.

People were coming both at the tables and on the floor. Evening gradually took on its own rhythm. Synchronized dancing couples in love. Dresses in variety of typefaces and colors swirled between the black , gray and blue suits. Every note, every sound and word hit each listener differently. The most timid, those who came alone, tried their best inviting women standing in the distance. With great joy women took the call and gave the bear adventure.

The four sat at a table talking about the regular topics , not when someone in the side would join in the conversation , but only for a brief moment. With smiles they wanted to know themselves closer. Hidden behind masks didn’t feel so much exposed. For this one evening they were actually able to show a part of their personalities, which maybe even they didn’t already know. Parquet called everyone around, but it seemed to not work on them. They drowned in the emerging themes. Sipping from time to time glasses of champagne they didn’t feel the passage of time.

“Would someone go with me to smoke? Because I don’t like going alone, but I really need to.” Asked Chris at the end of the next topic

“I’ll go with you, no problem.” Said Nicole with little smile “We’ll be back soon.”

The ballroom was a switch to three different parts of the restaurant. On the one hand, it passed to a smaller , yet the combined small room where they were sitting. Previously, there were large glass doors leading to the garden with a gazebo , and at the very beginning was the corridor to the rest of the building. The two went to the cold air, it was almost midnight. The boy pulled from his inside pocket a pack of cigarettes and began to look for lighter. Amused girl pulled from her trousers her own lighter and fire up his cigarette. After a moment they both belted out clouds of gray smoke, in this difference, that he smoke and her was an ordinary frozen breath. They talked about pleasant evening.

“It was a good idea. It’s nice that you took us.” He said with a small smile

“Come on. You are the only people with whom I actually wanted to spend this evening.” She also smiled under her nose

“It’s nice.” He summed up quietly taking one of the last cigarette breaths before throwing it into the ashtray

Returning to the building they saw sitting closer to each other Gabriela and Damien. They talked freely about some trifle. Is it possible that something clicked between them so quickly? No? But maybe? Chris and Nico exchanged knowing glances before they came back to the table.

When they returned to the previous composition, the girl in a suit leaned forward to Damien and whispered something to his ear. The boy gradually began to take on color on his cheeks. He looked uncertainly at the girl, shaking his head too violently. Instead of next council, he received a strong blow in the frame. He rubbed aching place and sighed.

Said Nicole loud enough only for Damien to hear

“Okay, fine. But if it not go the way you said I will never go out with you again.”

“We both know it’s not true.” She laughed under her breath, this time quite unnoticed

Damien stood up suddenly. He adjusted his tie and took a deep breath. He slide his chair and walked over to Gabriela. He pulled his arm to her. Surprised pianist looked at him with pure disbelief.

“Could I ask you to dance?”

“I can’t dance.” She whispered

“So do I. But I think it’s worth trying. So? Will you dance with me?”

Gabriela felt kicking under the table. Nicole clearly nodded her head with a grin. Rogue, thought Gabi, throwing her friend ambiguous glance. This meanwhile kicked her again and pointed her head heavily on still waiting Damien.

“Yes. With a pleasure.” She replied gently grabbing his hand

The boy beamed from ear to ear. Departing he patted Nicole on shoulder in thanks. Entering between dancing pairs they disappeared remaining at the table siblings sight. Girl with satisfaction watched them to the last moment.

“Someone here as usual can give advices, but can’t apply to them. “ Said Chris raising his glass up in a gesture of elegant toast

Nicole did the same.

“Sometimes it’s easier to push someone into deep water, than wade in it alone.”

“It’s always easier to just sit and look at the happiness of others. At some point of your life you will regret it, that you so much wonder instead of act. You won’t even see when an opportunity will pass right in front of your face. Then, unfortunately, you will spit in your own face.” Chris concluded peacefully

“Tell me, why you always have to be smarter?” she asked sarcastically looking at him with a family love

What relationship can be established between two strangers who met by accident. Accidentally they started talking, quite accidentally became emotionally inseparable. Both felt and understood it. Probably never had or need to question it. This is the great magic of friendship, which turns out to be just family.

“Because as you’re worried about other, you forget that you also need someone to worry about you.”

The next songs began and ended. A pair still swirled in a dance once again laughing happily.  Siblings were talking and sipping champagne. Surprisingly chat was paused when, as mysterious as the other men in masks, gentleman appear. Mature man was dressed in a gray suit , he stood upright with one hand in his pocket, the other holding a glass. He wore also gray mask with slightly protruding sides and cobweb at the edges. His hair was dark and cut short. He greeted both of them, but his attention focused mainly on Nicole’s older brother, who felt slightly intimidated.

“I don’t know if it will be the right behavior, but being on the mask ball it seems to me that it’s worth to dance.” He started minimum gesticulating his hand with glass, trying to not spill champagne “Especially in good company, if there is such a possibility.”

The girl gave her brother a meaningful look with a raised one eyebrow. Chris started getting redden.

“Can I ask you to dance?” finally asked the man sending the boy a pleasant half-smile

Christopher began to stutter. He didn’t know what to say or even what to do. He shivered, but not in fear, more in excitement. He looked at the girl, who winked at him to show support. His voice broke as he answered:

“Y-yes.”

The man smiled clearly wider. He put down his glass and took boy’s hand. Together they went to the dance floor. Coon they disappeared from sight of now lonely Nicole.  For a moment she laughed under her breath, because of shocked expression on her beloved brother’s face. She finished her champagne and sat back. She looked around the table.

“I’m alone.” She whispered looking at the empty chairs “Why I’m not surprised?”

She reached for her phone. Low battery. She turned it off and hide in pocket. She began tapping her fingers on the edge of table.  She could go out for a cigarette, but she’s not smoking. Whit a kind of sadness, she began to think about her brother’s words. He was right. It’s easier to help, than take a risk to do it yourself. The fear was eating her alive very often, before inviting someone or doing something. Instead of doing, she preferred to remove herself into a corner and just wait in hide until real chance disappeared.

“I wonder, how many chances I missed?” she thought tapping her finger on the lips

The evening passed. Her companions still hadn’t appeared. But when you’re sitting alone the time is moving slower. In fact it has been only three or four song. Mainly at this time she kept her head down, playing with the napkins and trying to make them into origami. However some inner strength made her look up. She raised her eyebrows and looked slowly around. Firstly she didn’t see anything disturbing, but she saw someone very interesting.

Young lady, beautiful. Around her height in heels. Nicole watched with pure awe this new form. She began to wonder why didn’t she saw her earlier. Probably because then wasn’t the right moment or she just wasn’t looking. She was too focused on her group. However, now her entire focus was on this amazing form that stood near the dance floor, just few tables away. Unusual hair, a combination of golden blonde with red, fell in waves over her shoulders and the back. Woman stopped a waiter carry glasses.

“I event not watch as the chance will pass before my nose.” Nicole whispered to herself

She bit slightly on her lower lip and frowned. She swallowed and stood improving rapidly, along with the hair control. She walked slowly toward the masked girl. Divides them only a few steps when a group of laughing couples passed right in front of the girl, covering her pretty goal. When they passed the mysterious lady disappeared. Shocked, Nicole looked around, but she was nowhere to be found. Probably another opportunity literally fled in front of her nose.

Saddened she looked down on the almost empty glass. She shook her head and stood at the previous place of women, putting her free hand into pocket. Sale filled the familiar sound of “Don’t Close Your Eyes”, right song for English waltz. Many couples moved to their tables to make room for the special others who started gradually and rhythmically put waltz steps. The girl sighed again.

Raising her glass to lips she felt soft tapping on her shoulder. Surprised she turned and numb.

“Hello.” Said the same fire haired beauty

“Good evening.” She answered smartly bowing her head in bow

“Are you looking for someone?” she asked with a pleasant smile covered by light-red lipstick

“Yes.” She putted her glass on tray of passing waiter “You.”

“So you found.”

Nicole pulled at her hand in an inviting to dance gesture. She didn’t have to speak, the woman accepted the gesture and together they went to the dance floor. Initially calm English waltz began to change. First movements were basic. Peaceful transition from gentle rotation. They seek a common rhythm, which were found extremely fast. The next steps seemed to come to themselves , along with the music. They divert glances from their faces. The girl felt like in a trance, mesmerized by so deep, blue eyes. Inside she was droning in the ocean eyes, Black mask become perfect underlined. The whole thing was covered with black lace patterns.

At the next centrifuge woman’s hair passed equal wave on one arm and back. Dark blue dress swirled with every movement creating kind of illusion. The whole person was hypnotizing. The girl anxiously give up to this action. Slender hand on her tense shoulder and in gentle grip, slim body rigidly connected to the strong one.

Music began fading, uncomfortably fast. They slowed movement without losing contact even for a second. They stopped, standing still in the starting position, with stiffly raised arms and clasped bodies. Nicole blinked slowly several times before dropping her arms. She didn’t let go of her partner’s hand. She moved it closer to her mouth and slightly kissed her knuckles. Still without talking woman grabbed her by the arm. Steady pace they came at even colder than before night. Courtyard drenched pearl glow of the moon and a single golden lights placed here and there.

Standing in the gazebo they could still hear the slow music playing  nicely in the background of the whole scenery. They were alone.  Nobody went out for a cigarette, chill deterred everyone. Not knowing how to start a conversation they simply stood at the wooden railing and watched the surroundings, and sometimes watched each other. Didn’t feel the need to say a word. It was just nice to them, each other’s company was a reward for silence.

“You still didn’t tell me your name.” began Nicole whispering, like if she would talk little louder  it would scare woman away

“You didn’t ask.”

“I’m asking now.”

“You will not get the answer.” Woman smiled a little

“Why?” she looked at woman’s face

She lifted one of her hands to her face and taped lightly on the edge of the black mask.

“It will be our little secret. Our names, the details of our faces.”

“You won’t take off your mask? Even at the end of the event?” it was easy to hear sadness in girl’s voice

“Is it so curious for you to know who I am?”

“Someone witch such amazing dancing skills and the beauty is worth remembering. In every, even little detail.” Nicole reached and kissed woman’s hand one more time with little smirk

“Okay. I will take off my mask. But only if you take off yours too.”

“Deal.”

For a moment they stood doing nothing. Slowly Nicole reached to back of her head and solved thick but weak satin knot. She began to slowly remove the mask, closed her eyes slightly, when for a short moment the world has become completely black. Warm, fine hand landed on her face, covering her eyes. A second later, she felt a gentle touch of her partner’s lips. Gentle brushing movements filled them with greater desire. The kiss was tender, but not long enough to get satisfied. Both wanted to feel it fully, but they didn’t allow it to themselves. Hand slipped quickly from the girl’s face, who opened her shocked eyes and saw woman with rosy cheeks. Unfortunately still in the mask. Her own mask also was still on the right spot. A Little confused she tied the knot back.

“Does it count as cheating?” Nicole asked slightly amused and disappointed at the same time

“I kept my promise. I took off my mask.” The woman answered with a coquettish smile

“I didn’t see.”

“It’s not my fault.” She laughed quietly hugging herself from cold

Nicole with a half-smile took off her jacket and covered woman’s arms, who put her bare arms in pleasantly warm sleeves. Standing there for another moment they explored each other’s faces. The woman wandered after every inch of girl’s face. Freely she grabbed her by the tie, pulling it partially out of the dark vest, and pulled girl slightly closer. But not close enough for a kiss. Feeling stronger hands around her waist, she threw her other hand on girl’s neck. Their foreheads gently touching.

Never before blue compose so nicely with the bronze. Ocean greedily devoured every look from brown eyes.

With a sigh she improved her vest and tie. She put both hands on her neck. They slowly swayed to the rhythm of music flowing in the distance. It would seem that everything is happening in a completely different realm. The only stabile point between the two worlds was music. Music, which absorb them. They passed rhythmically every three steps, in a position similar to the waltz one, but much looser. Their hands fit like a puzzle.

They savor the moment, only exchanging glances. Everything else seemed to be an unnecessary gesture, all the words have lost their meaning. There was only this one moment. The next few minutes of the last song. Melody grew quieter, more closer to completely finished. Finally the music stops, event is over. A pair evenly stopped, but were still almost hugging.

Even a whisper of masked woman seemed to be too loud:

“It’s late.” Her gaze wandered wistfully after every detail of girl’s masked face

“Substantially.” Also said in a whisper

Female hand went quietly through the shoulder to her cheek, stroking it by thumbs. Another gust of wind caused an unpleasant shiver along thin body. Nicole sighed, smiling with a distinct sadness.

“Sweet moment are fleeting like the cold wind. Creating a similar thrill.”

A pleasant half-smile received the same answer. Woman took off girl’s jacket and gave it back to the owner, who quickly put it on her shoulders. Masked woman buttoned all the buttons in the jacket, improving small folds. She smoothed black arms the last time. She bit her lower lip, when she turned om the heel and intend to go away.

Nicole grabbed her hand. A quick but smooth movement turned her again to the girl. She reached to the rosy cheek, tenderly brushing the skin and the edge of the mask. This time she smiled coquettishly as she leaned to woman. Instead on thirsty red lips, she gently kissed her knuckles, which she was still holding.

“Goodbye, Mon Cher.”

“Goodbye, Mein Lieber.”

With last farewell the girl gradually let go of a woman’s hand, letting her go. Quickly she disappeared behind the glass doors among the crowd seeking to exit. After waiting two minutes she too returned to the building. She was immediately greeted by her friends.

“We’ve seen everything.” Began Damian violently “Who was she?”

The girl sighed looking at the output:

“My Secret.”

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