𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞.
outer banks universe.
❀ | S U N S H I N E °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
─── if she was the sun, he'd stay outside
forever
❝ 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘚𝘜𝘕𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘌, 𝘐 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋𝘕'𝘛
𝘎𝘌𝘛 𝘌𝘕𝘖𝘜𝘎𝘏 ❞
Brooklyn Routledge, twin sister to John B...
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𝟎𝟐𝟎. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝
friends ──── chase atlantic
( i love, love, LOVE this chapter . . . a whole chapter of just brooke & jj ) warning: lightmature content & talks of death
☀︎ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯
𝖨 𝖲𝖨𝖳 𝖮𝖴𝖳𝖲𝖨𝖣𝖤 𝖮𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖣𝖮𝖢𝖪，𝖲𝖪𝖤𝖳𝖢𝖧𝖡𝖮𝖮𝖪 𝖮𝖭 𝖫𝖠𝖯，𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖣 𝖮𝖭 𝖯𝖮𝖲𝖳，𝖯𝖤𝖭𝖢𝖨𝖫 𝖨𝖭 𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖣．I've been sitting here for the past two hours, watching the sun set while the boys have been doing whatever inside the Chateau. As I sit here, I've been thinking of Kiara and Sarah, wondering if they're getting along yet. I hope they resolve whatever caused them to fall out.
It's so quiet out tonight with the gentle rolling of the waves, the soft rustling of the trees nearby, and the howl of the wind. It's nice, it's peaceful. It's so quiet that I may just close my eyes and let myself fall asleep right now.
I'm sketching the landscape before me── the HMS Pogue resting on the grass, the Chateau lit up inside, and the trees decorating each corner. I focus heavily on the tree that JJ and I often find ourselves sitting upon whenever there's a storm. I even decide to draw a treehouse using the image I've concocted in my head because I have dreams of sitting in a treehouse one day. Alongside a museum full of my art, I want a treehouse.
It might sound silly, but it's a lifelong dream of mine to own a treehouse. The idea of sitting in a tree, tucked away in my own world so I can draw, it sounds... great. My future cat, Wotsit can sit with me. Oh, and the dog that JJ wants can sit on the other side of me, watching as I draw.
That's my dream, so I draw my dream on paper in the hopes of it one day coming true.
I bite down on my bottom lip── something I do whenever I'm concentrating── and I push my fingers across the page, smudging a few lines I've created in the water. I hit my pencil against my page a few times, trying to see if I like it as I press the eraser against the lines, contemplating.
I decide to erase it, finding that I don't like it now that I've been staring at it for too long. I then curve the lines, adding a new effect to the waves in the water which I prefer. I smile at my work, moving the pencil across the page again to add a few more wave lines.
