a/n ohhhhh boy! it's the due date for this drabble collection so expect me updating like a fiend in the next few hours :)
candlelit
Don't you know that it's insane?
Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod,
Out of Cape Cod tonight?
Walcott, Vampire Weekend
Their first anniversary has them holed up at a particularly luxurious resort on the coast of Africa and Rolf is getting desperate. The glass walls and vibrant silks (brightbright spotlights) that make up their room are magnificent, but it isn't real, it isn't alive, it isn't Luna (and Rolf desperately needs Luna)
So he leaves the intricately carved bed empty, and the thick velvet drapes are not pulled back to let in light. Instead, they sneak out like bandits with nothing more than a hastily rolled tent (hearts in their mouths, in their eyes, on their sleeves)
They aren't the most conventional of couples, and maybe that's fine, because it's in the golden candlelight of their small tent, on the edge of the savannah, that they giggle like schoolchildren with the exhilaration of truancy. And their love (gleamingdazzlingburstingforth) is enough to chase even the darkest shadows away.
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