we all fall down....}

[.iridescent.]

I rolled my eyes. "Okay. You have your weird groupies and I have my... Pervs." Okay, we. I was not happy with them. And they looked like they were betting their skyrim points on who would walk over first or some dumb shit like that. Just no. I pulled my tank top on over and sat back down. "Pervs," I muttered again.

[!? EUPHORIA]

with a theatrical sigh i propped myself up on one elbow, looked straight at the nerd brigade, and fingered them.
you could practically smell the fear.
it was wonderful.

"there you go, that should take care of it. once they see a big scary guy they pretty much give up all hope." i laughed, licking a lip ring again in nervousness.

[.iridescent.]

I almost fell off my chair laughing. Even the fatty looked like he was about to make his gaming character jump off a cliff. "thanks," I replied once I had the air. "I'd do the same for the bags of bones, but I think they wouldn't care." all the same, though.

[!? EUPHORIA]

"nahh, old women are impervious to any sort of intimidation. its the blindness that comes with crosswords."[/u] i sighed, sitting up, black gliders flared out from my back to dry. i was an impressive collage of three colors, ice for my eyes, ink for my hair && wings, and snow for my skin. three colors. three of my favourite colors, actually. odd.

"you wanna go get ice cream?" i asked suddenly, voice filled with something verging on childish glee. it had been YEARS since i had my last ice cream cone.

[.iridescent.]

I smirked at that. "I dunno. Looks like she's about to break out her spectacles for a better look." I reclined back in the beach chair. And then OHMYFUCKINGSWEETNESS ice cream. "Ice cream is a no brainer. Obviously I want ice cream." I stood up, shoving my feet in my shoes and adjusting my tank top, folding my jeans.

[!? EUPHORIA]

i just about bounced up from the sand, glancing down at my stomach and chest and getting the shock of my life.
WHEN DID I GET SO MANY FUCKING TATTOOS.
oh. RIIIIGGGHHHTTTT. i vaguely remember being a frequent customer at a tattoo parlor called 'brittle rose' back when i was younger and not an angel. or, rather, a fallen one. abscently i ran my hand over the words just bellow my belly button, in the slight dip of my navel. 'you stole my heart;; but i had it first.'
that tattoo i definitely remember.

'lying is your latest fashion.'
those lyrics scrawled on the small of my back in gothic looking writing, the hurried, unfinished look about them really making them rather.....stunning. atleast, i thought so. completely domminating my back was a set of detailed wings [how homosexual of me], the tips dripping black along my spine. of course, they were nothing compared to my actual wings, but it would cost a fortune to get them lazered off now.

mind wandering to each and every one of the tattoos that inked my skin, i didn't bother with my shirt [seeing as it was severly ripped and covered in blood....] or my jean, instead i just left them beside the chair and walked down the side walk with hestia.

[.iridescent.]

okay, a distraction. as we walked, i glanced quickly at his tattoos. this guy just had everything, didn't he? "so. do they have a meaning or something like that?" i asked curiously. they looked like lyrics or quotes or something, but i wasn't exactly sure. made me consider getting a tattoo myself.

[!? EUPHORIA]

"lyrics, mostly." i shrugged, deflecting the actual question.
do they have a meaning?
yes. of course. every single line of scrawling ink was etched into my brain, these were words that stood out most to me, words that made the most sense. they were comforts, small and slightly insignificant, but comforts none the less. actually, it would be awesome to get some more. and maybe another brand....

[.iridescent.]

okay, he answered one question. gotta give him some credit for that. we continued walking and i didn't say anything for a few moments. "so what's the protocol for tattoos, then? do they have to be some fancy lyrics or just anything random?" yeah. now i was actually thinking about it.

[!? EUPHORIA]

protocol? for tattoos? ugh. what? "whatever you like. i know a chick who got an entire song done along her back, and a giraffe on her stomach." i laughed, remembering elishia. that chick was a fucking innssannnneeee.

[.iridescent.]

well... that seemed a little interesting. "well, if you think of a good song then let me know," i replied as we continued walking. where was that damn ice cream shop anyways?

[!? EUPHORIA]

walking walking walkinnnggg..... "okay fuck we're lost." i groaned, looking at our surroundings. beach on one side, beach on the other, old shops, and a deserted road. "oooookay." i said, confusion on my features. how did we get here?

[.iridescent.]

i stopped peering around us. okay. i knew from experience that if i flipped out, then christian would probably flip out. "where the hell are we?" i asked, at least trying to make some attempt at a casual demeanor. i spun around, dumbfounded. seriously. where the hell were we?

[!? EUPHORIA]

you could see the tension that hestia was trying to hide, and i started to hyperventalate. if she was freaking out then i was freaking out x2. "ohmyGOD i don't know." i said, very happy that i had worn my trunks instead of my jeans, because i swear the temperature was fucking RISING.

[.iridescent.]

"Calm down!" i hissed. i'm such a hypocrite. "we should just go back the way we came." it seemed like a fairly sensible idea... right? unless we just got more lost. which way did we come from anyway? shittt.