@rottnology
//more spam just bcuz <3
“… Why are you in my room?”
@rottnology “I think you do just fine when you put your mind to it. You’re smarter and more capable than you give yourself credit for.”
“I know I look bad. I feel sick…”
@rottnology Aurinko reluctantly trudged over to take a seat. It felt… wrong. Someone else doing all the work.” Thank you. Really.”
“ i mean im not the best. but ill try my best. go sit down, okay.ᐣ sit and im gonna take care of everything. ”
@sunnyruler
@rottnology She frowned a little, brows furrowing.” I hear you… Are you sure you want to cook? I can probably just order in delivery.”
. . what 're y' , uh . . doin' ?
“ the coffee shop.ᐣ is that where you're going is that why you want me to read there.ᐣ ”
@-lateniights-
• wren perked up , sniffing near the book • mm . . y' should , uh , read 't 'n th' coffee shop . then 't 'll be , uhm , better !
“It’s quite late. You should be asleep…”
@rottnology Aurinko continued to hum, her fingers still stroking through his hair in a soothing manner. She was smiling softly, trying to help him relax into sleep.
after a moment his eyes fluttered shut and he took a deep breath in and let it out. as she began to hum he focused on the soft melody and it was very relaxing.
@sunnyruler
@rottnology She smiled, her fingers now stroking through his hair.” Good. Then just close your eyes and focus on my voice.” With that, she started to hum a lullaby, the same one her mother had hummed for her as a child.
“Oh- Watch out. I just mopped the floors.”
@rottnology “Of course.” She offered him a smile before getting back to work mopping. She got the floor of the kitchen clean once more before moving into the hall to clean up the footprints leading from the door.
@rottnology “Oh- Okay. Well, here’s your hot chocolate. Is there anything else you’d like?”
* i miss him too spam 4 spam !!
[✶] “it's a house party, doug, not a death sentence — please, please just come with me!!”
✶ she rolled her eyes a little, bumping his shoulder with hers.
“because,” she said, drawing the word out like it should've been obvious, “if i go alone i'll end up stuck talking to a bunch of idiots all night.”
her lips curled into a small grin as she glanced over at him. “and you owe me. remember? i went to that painfully boring history of psychopaths forum thing with you last week.”
she nudged him again, lighter this time, leaning into his side, “c'mon, doug. you don't even have to stay long. just show up, keep me company for a bit, and if it sucks we can ditch together.”
⁽ doug wasn't a huge party sort of guy, sure a hangout with a couple of friends but a full on house party.ᐣ wasn't exactly his scene. sighing deeply he nodded. ⁾ oh alright. i really don't know why you want me to come with you so bad.
@malumuse
[✶] “what are you thinking of?”
[✶] she just watched him — the way his head bowed slightly, the way the rose gave up in his hands without a fight. petals slipping away like they’d been waiting to fall.
“It’s tired,” she whispered, though she wasn’t sure if she meant the garden or him.
the weeds stood tall where the tulips drooped, stubborn and green. the roses looked smaller now, like they were folding into themselves.
“things die only to be reborn again” she said after a moment, voice almost lost to the breeze. “it's the natural order of things, as the gods intended.”
her eyes softened when they land on him. the afternoon had stretched long and golden, and the evening was beginning to set in but for him, she'd stay out here with him if it meant being next to him just for a moment more.
she lowered herself beside him, close enough to share the silence, not close enough to demand anything from it.
“it’s okay if it’s not simple anymore,” she murmured, chin resting in her palm, “that doesn’t mean it’s gone.”
⁽ doug was seated in the garden his mother once cared for, before she left him and his father she loved to sit here. it was spring now and the flowers were too exhausted to bloom. roses began to wilt, tulips drooped and weeds took over. standing tall as if they belonged. in his fingers he held a rose, dead without a doubt as the petals crumbled under his touch. ⁾ about how things used to be. when things were — simple.
@malumuse
* ceebee && if anyone is interested in plotting with him either drop your disc OR ill give you mine. :))
“what's got you smiling this early in the morning?”
⁽ douglas wasn't a big smiler, sometimes he smiled a certain way to get what he wanted, or play innocent. never was it so genuine. both dimples popped out like crazy and it was hard for attention not to be drawn to them. ⁾ just got someone out of my life that didn't need to be there. i feel... better.. i won't have to worry about them ever again. ⁽ his head would tilt a smidge to the right and arm falls to dangle at his side. ⁾ does it suit me.ᐣ
@cosmichaaos
[✶] diana’s brows knit together at that, eyes softening as she studies him for a beat too long.
“mm, and what weight is this?,” she murmurs, stepping a little closer. her gaze drops to the way his sleeve hides his mouth, and she reaches up gently, fingers brushing the fabric.
“don’t hide it.”
carefully, she curls her hand around his wrist and eases his hand down, guiding it away from his face until his smile is fully in view. Her thumb lingers there for a second, warm against his skin, like she’s making sure he won’t retreat again before gently poking a dimple. “i like seeing you like this,” she admits quietly, searching his eyes. “over the moon suits you.”
suspicious amount of time.ᐣ i didn't know my smiling had a time limit. ⁽ doug brought a hand up, his sleeve covering the lower half of his face. ⁾ just feeling.. over the moon. it's not a who, or a what. just feeling a weight lifted off my chest.
@cosmichaaos