heavens-phoenix:
Chartreuse hues observed her movements, keeping gaze locked upon his younger friend only did he crouched himself down on her level, one of knees bended in doing so. Surely enough a heartwarming chuckle emerged this time, arms wrapped themselves around Rin for an embrace, hoping such an action can bring her problems away.
“Whatever that is bothering your mind, always remember I am here for you— and I will listen. You are far too young to be thinking such trivial matters. I don’t know what is going on, but I want to know what happened. So, please, don’t hesitate to come see me, okay?”
— \ ☣ It had been said that gestures meant more than words, and for the blonde, she would serve as evidence to the saying no matter how many seconds of held in breaths and stiff arms it took before they weakly snaked around the bigger frame, warm and practically luring. His words would drown in this new-found longing, as all she needed for the moment was just that. Whispering sweet nothings, was he? Frankly, it had also been said to save dessert for later.
No biggy. _
regulusxlionel:
“Don’t take that the wrong way, girly! I—” A pause. “I— Um… Think it’s nice… Yeah…”
— \ ☣ Even if it was he who had ignited the conversation, having been told how to manage interpretations was not the greatest start. “Now that you’re here, you’ll be seeing lots, then. Better get used to it.” _
heavens-phoenix:
Such is her given behavior had been far too obvious for him. A weary sigh heaved deep from his chest moments later, simple commands rolled out to escaped past pallid lips. “Rin. Come here, please.”
— \ ☣ She’d hardly been welcomed to this side of the male—one that hadn’t ever demanded from her—which might have explained why she took the steps towards him to side with the note that having more hesitation to expressive interaction didn’t quite match rejection. Still, her words died down to zero as she neared. _
regulusxlionel:
cryonicsynth
“—That is one very big bow on your head. Never thought I would see one like it.”
— \ ☣ Was this some kind of sick joke set up by CRYPTON? “Well… the unexpected has come.”
This was a little less so. _
heavens-phoenix:
“Ah, indeed. It has been a long while since I have seen you.” A pause. “—Is there something in your mind?”
— \ ☣ The truth of time was bare compared to how it felt, showing in the way words went in small numbers from failure of precious usage. “I suppose.” _
heavens-phoenix:
“—Rin? Is that you, I see?”
— \ ☣ “It’s… late…” All questions avoided. _
kagamine-chan asked:
"Twinnie... twinnie...!! There's--- it's...!!" Out of breath and out of words. Only an incredulous emotion was sprawled over her as she anxiously gripped at the hem of her own top.
— \ ☣ From days of treading quiet grounds to entering collision—all the obnoxious squeaking and shattering noises included—with the vessel of screaming emotions only tempted her to release her own set, yet failed as it sizzled into nothing but a subtle stutter and grunt. At this rate, she was bound to be told anyway—cars set on full speed couldn’t be stopped abruptly.
Still, this must’ve been an important matter,
and one she didn’t want to know. _
Floating in a lush of green beneath the dark blue skies rests the petite girl who owns the ragged yellow crown, immobile despite the gentle wind that leads in the dancing of strands around her complexion, subtle, subtle. Its unison makes it as if movement is absent, like the Earth’s rotation being nothing but a model seen in classes. She has only one thing—or person, rather—that she wants to see by any means. And he is neither moving nor still and is just as nonexistent at this point. Which is funny, because her eyes try to submerge into the secrecies of heaven when they are destined to fall into the dark blue’s opposite—the burning crimson of hell.
But today.. . oh, today is all about the green. The jade painted on fringes and the emerald caved as optics—her desperation for those have emerged by the way her fingers lace tightly with the blades of grass, taking few from their home in selfish needs to fill up her own. Although, home is the last thing she’ll call the place where her bed resides. Because home is where the green is, and green is anywhere but there.
Green is where you are, Gumiya… And you are not here.
Year two and counting.
So she will wait another in the blues and empty whites. Throw in the crimsons if one may—the matter is equally less.
“Hope you had a happy Father's Day...”
