This Blog Has Moved

                                                            Not Accepting

                                                         Verse: High School

— ✿ღ —The blonde looked over at the other with a soft smile on her face, when she first met the other girl, she seemed closed off, after all she was an honor student. Rei well she wasn’t anything other than an art student that ran around with the wrong crowd.Yet here was both of them, in some club, teetering on heels, yet the comments made the blonde laugh out. Her body slumped against a chair as she too was feeling the cut off circulation from her feet to her leg’s. Tanned digits moved through her hair as she glanced at the other through half lidded eye’s. The lights made her eye’s hurt but she was having fun, she would hope the other was too. 

“I think the point is you can’t feel your toes. So maybe that’s good you can’t feel anything.” This time her laugh was a giggle and she turned to glance at the other grabbing onto her hand. “We can go home if you want though. I feel like taking my heel’s off anyway and throwing them at someone.” Her smile became wider and she let the other’s hand go before standing up. She was still teetering on her heels, though her balance was gained once more, her hands smoothed out the black dress the clung to her body. Spinning around on her heel she turned to the other now, facing her standing up, her tanned hand reaching out to the other. 

“I can call my brother to come pick us up! I am sure he will.” After all the taller REPLICATION loved the shorter one, he tended to bend to her whim. Of course, she was always one to push his buttons and see what kind of trouble she could get into and he come safe her. Some how, she felt the other wanted to see her brother, why she wasn’t even sure. — ✿ღ —

Four Word . Prompts

             Not Accepting: Throwing Knives with Rainbows and Sunshine

                                                     Verse: High School 

— ✿ღ —The laugh that was coming from her parted lip’s was loud and tinkling, it was the most she had ever laughed around someone that wasn’t her REPLICATION or her friend’s. It was a joke she had decided to play on him, he seemed to grumpy for his own good, and she being devious as she was, decided it was a good idea to spray him with paint. Though it was more like she took a paint brush, lobbed it up with paint and threw it at his face. Biting her bottom lip she tried to suppress the laugh and giggle that was still bubbling up in her chest.

“Pf-Ah-Ha-No.” It was a fit of giggles and laughs she was trying to get out the word no, though a hand finally had to come over her lip’s (which already had paint on it.) to stop the giggles boiling over. So there he stood, flecks of bright pink, blue and orange paint across his whole face, most likely his uniform too. Her own uniform spotless in she never seemed to get any paint on her clothing, just on her face. Or in her hair, or even on her hand’s. So she walked up to him, her other hand having been behind her back the whole time, and stopped just a few feet in front of him.

“But I think this will make me funnier.” To which her other hand gracefully and quickly came out from behind her back and she simply placed it against his cheek. Though with the hand came bright yellow paint, which left a hand print on the side of his face, most likely with his hair as well. This time the roar of laughter and giggles was not contained as it came out harder, making her try to stumble away from him before retaliation hit. — ✿ღ —

a rather cliche meme

              Not Accepting: Throwing Knives with Rainbows and Sunshine

                                                               Verse: K  

— ✿ღ — She inhaled quickly, her finger’s already making half moon marks onto his arm because well, she hated small spaces. How it happened, why it happened, it was all a blur to her. Had she been running with Yohei? Maybe she had dipped into a meeting she wasn’t supposed to be listen into to grab more information on HIM as a person, not for HOMRA use. Yet here she was, her body pushed against his, her finger’s attaching themselves to his arms because she CAN'T  be STUCK here. Not in this place, not without being able to move.

“Yohei.” HIs name was like a prayer on her lip’s, leaving in a woosh of air and sharper intakes of breath as her heart hammered behind her chest. She could feel it, her breath was leaving her and she couldn’t get it sucked back in fast enough. Her whole body was ridged, maybe if she wasn’t stuck here she would marvel in the feeling of him beside her. The warmth he provided would have made her nuzzle her self deeper into him, maybe if she could figure out her feeling’s for the other. However, at this point the only thing on her mind was that she was going to DIE in a very small space with the other beside her. She tried to remember all those drills her REPLICATION used to do with her, breathing in and out and looking at something. What was there to look at! She was panicking now, she could feel it. Her body so tense it could probably cut something in half and her breath was coming out in larger rushes and pant’s. She was going to DIE. — ✿ღ —