Clandestine. [H.S.]

ᗪOᗰᗴ Oᖴ ᕼᑌᖇT, ᖇOՏ́ᗴ ՏᑌIT, ᗩᑎᗪ KOᗩᒪᗩ ᗷᗴᗩᖇ

Vioellet.

Bouncing on the lilac's chubby petal shouldn't be this halcyon but it felt like it was, when I was surrounded by Harry's violet lights, into his sheets, under his vanilla rose warmth.

"Miss waddles?" Aria chimed at me curiously when I walked outside awkwardly because I'm still sore from last night putting my pointe shoes inside a suede carry bag.

He's so right. He didn't forget how to fuck.

"Oh my goodness, V!" She connected the dots with her gaze lingering over my soft skin of collarbones having marks burning blue as if the ink defusing into crystal water, "yes. We did it. No strings attached." I exclaimed truthfully ushering her to move and Lydia perked her head from under the magazine.

"He loves the color violet especially when it's on a soft skin." Her words and  my feet are glued to wine knitted rug under me. This feels so weird.

"Coincidence I don't think so..." Aria spinned widening her eyes. She's such a cupid isn't she?

"No, bubs we're just close friends-" She quickly cut me holding my shoulders sighing with a dangling bottom lip, "—apparently with benefits." Her icy blue eyes glinted and the rośe blush on her dark skin looks so mesmerising.

With a light chuckle I tugged the strap of bag cross-bodily and she soothed my arms down, "nervous?" I shook my head at her intrigation even though I'm loosing my shit from inside and soon Lydia was joining us.

"It's gonna be alright, we believe in you." Both of them showered me in kisses hugging me close to them squishing my cheeks, overwhelmed I giggled exchanging a reel of 'I love you's' and 'thank you's.'

They waved me from duplex's window till I was out of sight. I brushed my shoulders with a 'woosh.' bubbling out of my lips patting myself for my own confidence boost.

It'll be my first time performing infront of more people than just Nini, Aria and Lydia. I've admired my mum on her tips in between of the tulip fields close to our cottage back home but have no-one for me except the grey skyscrapers of New York and cold eyes.

Ofcourse Nini told me that people who come to Azi's theatre are one obsessed to arts and the way it swoons them into it's own world an escape from this one, that means there would be no-one to judge me as if they're disgusted.

I'll be loved. Preach love and teach love  an act that's always my strong bone.

Doing as Azi instructed me on phone to park my car at empty lot away from that area and to walk three aisles to theatre.

Not letting my heart race, my knees shake and my breath break my gaze went to the antiquated dome of the theatre that has the underlying stories of persons that were pure talent but sadly are no more and maybe the world has purposely forgotten about them.

First step inside the unlit theatre and my eyes fluttered close as if the butterfly's wings caressed the gust of air for at the birth time when the tenebrosity was cracked to it's vulnerability due to mellifluent melody that flowed into my ears like the garnet clouds fusing to raindrops.

My blurry sight striked over the heads of lost people and it regained focus halting at the frame of linear body at the stage snatching the ground from underneath me.

Gasp of bewilderment followed by a gush of admiration, an unbearable pause in heart each chamber accepting the man He is.

Golden rośe jacket fitted to his upper torso with the white shirt tracing his charcoal kissed ink underneath. The butt of violin under his clenched jaw and slender fingers adorned in coral-y ruby, silver bands and his golden initials assiduous to seep into his mellowness through the strings of violin.