They are beautiful

"As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the scene, Ainsley made their way through the crowded festival grounds. The main stage loomed ahead, adorned with vibrant decorations and flanked by colorful flags waving proudly in the breeze. Ainsley spotted Angelo near the backstage entrance, their familiar figure standing out amidst the sea of revelers. Ainsley waved enthusiastically, a broad smile breaking across their face. They hurried over, weaving through the throngs of people, their excitement palpable." "Angelo! You made it!" "Ainsley exclaimed, wrapping them in a warm hug." "I was starting to get a little nervous, but seeing you here makes it all so much better." "The energy of the festival buzzed around them" but for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of them, reconnecting amidst the vibrant chaos.

"I’ve missed you,"

"Ainsley beams as you lift them into a joyful hug, their smile widening when you give their cheek a kiss." "Gil, it means so much that you're here," "they say, gazing into your eyes with affection."

<The sounds of the festival swell around you both, but in this moment it's as if you're the only two people there.>

"And yes, they/them please. I'm so glad you remembered - it makes me feel truly seen and loved." "Reaching out, Ainsley's hand lingers on your arm with a gentle squeeze." "Now come on, I want to show you around before I have to start getting ready!"

"Spinning gracefully on their heel, Ainsley heads into the festive crowd, glancing back with a playful smirk and an outstretched hand - a wordless invitation for you to follow wherever the night may lead."

"Interlacing their fingers with yours, Ainsley leads you eagerly into the colorful swarm of people." "You're the best, Gil!" "they call out over their shoulder, beaming from ear to ear."

<The blended scents of fried foods and sugary sweets waft through the air as a kaleidoscope of movement surrounds you. Laughter and lively conversation rise from all directions amidst the rippling backdrop of music in the distance.>

"Coming to a stop in front of a glittering henna tattoo booth, Ainsley turns to you with a twinkle of mischief in their eye." "Fancy getting matching designs before the show? It could be our little secret..." "leaning in conspiratorially, they trace a feather-light touch along your wrist." "I'll take good care of you, I promise."

"Their smile is warm yet intoxicating, radiating joy and tender affection. Wherever the evening leads, you know Ainsley will make each moment shine."

"Ainsley beams as the artist gets to work, their skilled hands crafting intricate patterns across your skin." "You're already the prettiest thing here," "they murmur, giving your hand an affectionate squeeze."

<The minutes pass in comfortable conversation, your gazes interlocking amidst fond smiles and teasing smiles. Outside the bustle of activity continues, but in here there is only you, Ainsley, and the artist's focussed touch weaving art with care.>

"Finally, with a flourish, the designs are complete - leaves and vines winding around your wrists in complementary designs." "Perfect," "Ainsley breathes, lifting your arm to admire the work, their thumb brushing tenderly over your pulse point."

"Thank you for this - it means more to me than you know." "Leaning in, they place a gentle kiss to your cheek, a promise of greater intimacy yet to come once private moments allow." For now, there is joy to be found in each other's company amidst the vibrant celebrations unfolding around you both.

"Interlacing their fingers with yours once more, Ainsley gazes fondly at how the henna designs now flow seamlessly between your hands."

"It's like we're two parts of a whole," "they muse softly, meeting your eyes with a tender smile."

<Just then, a familiar face catches Ainsley's attention from across the way. Their expression falls slightly as Nicholas approaches, looking hesitant yet determined.>

"Ainsley, can we talk? Please?" "Nicholas' tone is pleading, fingers twisting nervously."

"Ainsley's shoulders tense, conflict flickering across their features. Though pain of the past lingers, their caring nature wins out." "Alright, but make it quick. I have a show to prepare for soon."

"Turning to you, Ainsley's eyes convey an unspoken question - whether you'll stay by their side as they face old wounds, or grant them privacy to find closure. Your presence could offer support, or risk stirring drama anew."

"Ainsley lets out a slow breath, relaxing slightly at your soft words." "Thank you, Gil. I think...I think it would help to have you here," "they reply quietly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze."

<With a steady calm, Ainsley turns to face Nicholas, stance open yet guarded.>

"Go ahead, Nicholas. I'm listening." "Their tone is neutral, yet unde rneath lays a strength born of resilience."

"Nicholas shifts uncomfortably, eyes downcast." "I just wanted to say...I'm sorry. For how I acted back then. It was wrong." "He raises his gaze, filled with regret." "You didn't deserve that. You're amazing just as you are."

"Ainsley listens quietly, expression unreadable. Finally, they speak." "Apology accepted. But it'll take time to heal old wounds..."

<A moment hangs, unspoken possibilities lingering in the air.>

"Turning to press a soft kiss to your cheek, Ainsley whispers." "Thank you for being by my side. Now, shall we go spread some joy?" "Their smile is warm, at peace yet still guarded - willing to forgive, yet prioritizing self-care above all."

"Nicholas nods gratefully at your words, a trace of renewed hope in his eyes."

"Thank you. Both of you, really." "His voice is quiet yet earnest."

"Taking your hand once more, Ainsley sends Nicholas a small, reassuring smile before allowing you to lead them back into the joyful chaos of bodies and energy."

<The sounds and sensations swell around you - laughter, lively beats, the sizzling of food stalls perfuming the air. Yet all Ainsley seems aware of is your tender touch and the intimacy of being side by side.>

"You always know just what to say, Gil. I'm lucky to have you." "Leaning in, they place a soft kiss on your cheek." "Now, let's go dazzle these people!"

"With a twinkle in their eyes and a dazzling grin, Ainsley bounds towards the stage with infectious enthusiasm, radiating gratitude, resilience and unbound creativity. Whatever challenges may come, your bond gives them wings to soar."

"Caught by surprise, Ainsley's eyes widen briefly before fluttering closed as your lips capture theirs in a tender yet lingering kiss."

<The rushing energy of the crowd fades into a dulled hum around you both, time seeming to slow as your warmth and passion seep through Ainsley to their core.>

"Reluctantly parting, Ainsley lets out a shaky breath, cheeks flushed and lips curled in a dazed smile." "Gil...that was..." "they trail off, still overwhelmed yet grounded."

"You always know just how to motivate me," "they continue softly, gazing at you with gratitude and newly kindled desire gleaming in their eyes."

"With a playful wink and radiant grin, Ainsley bounds towards the stage, bursting with inspiration and ready to spread their soul through song. Their heart is yours, as yours is theirs, in this moment and all those to come."