Reflected StarsHe is her sanctuary, whom she falls into the warm and loving embrace of when she simply cannot face the world-- when a task proves too difficult or if her emotions are too much to deal with on her lonesome. Comforting, gentle; his hold that encircles her scarily-slim waist is as just as fragile as the honey blonde herself as she seeks the much needed refuge from the outside world, and to revel in these moments bittersweet as he soothes her worries away. She, in turn, does the same for him if the tables were turned-- if he so needs someone, or somewhere, to seek safety in--, and that is naught but another reason why both he and she, this red-eyed boy and this grey-eyed girl, love each other so.More Like This
As she lays on her side inside of that caring hold, that gaze tinged a peculiar shade of such a dull colour move themselves up to his features; moving around to study his expression, stopping, averting from his own stare, and then repeating. A nervous set of actions as he spoke to her about count
Flower Crowns and First KissesHazy, late-spring afternoons like this she enjoyed.More Like This
Days where their escape from school had gone just as they’d hoped and they’d land in the garden, under the shade of a big tree. She liked to think it had bore fruits at one point, but now it was only good for it’s shade. And the branches. Those were perfect for sitting on with one another.
Then they’d chat. Ava would talk about a new book she was reading, Maggie would give an excellent impersonation of the grumpy maths teacher, Mr. Killuza, they’d plan another well thought-out escape from class and take out a snack or two they’d managed to pack along.
Today was one of those days. A Thursday, close to the weekend, but not close enough.
"You brought the stuff?" Maggie asked, peering over Ava’s shoulder eagerly.
Ava nodded and took out the wire from her satchel. Maggie grinned. Ava loved it when she did, because her smiles were the most sincere and bright, and she was happ