Lighthousc:

lighthousc​:

             years  of  manners  lessons  seemed  to  fail  him  at  that  moment,  but  it  was  common  for  mattieu  to  simply  ..  stare  when  he  lost  his  train  of  thought.  curt  words  snapped  him  out  of  the  hopeless  journey  through  his  mind,  body  all  but  flinching  as  if  its  spirit  were  snapping  back  into  its  shell.  lashes  fluttering,  he  laughed  a  bit  nervously  and  did  in  fact  listen,  turning  away  somewhat  ..  only  to  glance  back  in  the  woman’s  direction.    ❝  sorry  i  just  ..  you  have  really  nice  hair  ?  wait  —  ❞  good  going  idiot.  that’s  exactly  what  he  was  trying  not  to  say.    ❝  i  mean — god,  i  need  to  lay  off  the  coffee  ..  i  meant  that  you  look  familiar,  somehow  ?  ❞  he  stammered  somewhat  uselessly.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ i shampoo it every time i shower. ‍ ‍ ❜

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍yon responds nonchalantly. her lips curve into a small smile as she simply stays stationary, observing his little panic & actually finding it a little amusing. she’d keep this on the inside though, for his sake. her head tilts as she takes a second to ponder on his question, had he seen her attempt to rob that bank earlier ? or no wait -- yon. you have a career in the music industry. ( somehow ) blinking a couple of times you could almost see the lightbulb switch on behind those eyes ... further illuminating the fact there is literally NOTHING else in that pretty head of hers.

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( daewon to mika !! ) - daewon wasn't necessarily one to make friends, not since his past time in college. he found out quickly that humans were fickle, possessive, greedy - and he was weak to just about all of it. still, there was this unusual sense of ease that sat in his gut being around her, maybe it was their rather similar areas of work, and whatever unspoken secrets that floated in the air. he felt comfortable asking her, ' there's this new place i want to eat at, are you interested? '

‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍mika carries a warm & welcoming aura with her. so the sense of ease is not an uncommon feat when it comes to the tiny brunette. as insane as she is, making friends is as easy as 1 2 3 for miss song. her gaze shifts up from her phone, optics immediately brightening at the thought of potential food. soon follows her lips- curving up at the corners, lifting her expression entirely. a content nod as she points toward daewon.

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                              november 2,  2021  18:07                                                                                   jesse x yon

Jesse vividly remembers the latest conversation he had with Yon and how it relapsed his emotions for her rather quickly. In fact, he hated it. The longing and desire rose and ached in his chest at the mere thought of her and anything that remotely resembled her or reminded him of her. He thought he had gotten over it all, and he had even stopped thinking about her after getting distracted with training and activities related to his future career—however, it all came back when she had released a song that they had worked together on, that he thought she had deleted after their fight.

So, there he was, wandering without any thought on his day off, head cluttered with thoughts and noise. Not too long after, having no control of where his feet took him, he found himself at their usual spot out in the woods. Raising his hand to knock against the tree, they would hang out around. Instead, he let his fist fall back into his pocket to grab after his phone to text her, reading over their latest conversation again with embarrassment over his confession. To be honest, he was supposed to delete the texts, but he couldn’t let himself.

    [ TXT ] I’m at our usual meeting spot, and I would like it if you came

her seemingly dead eyes widen at the notification that hovered above the video she’d been watching. she scans it quickly, not even fully processing that exactly he had said before she’s attempting to swat it out of her vision - rookie error though. her screen switches, a slight mis-hand opening up their conversation and yon’s cheeks immediately brighten to that of a blinding red tone. slowly she begins to scroll up over their previous conversation, just as there was embarrassment on his end, similarly, she was experiencing the same thing. obviously intoxicated as she dished out her emotions at him, something yon isn’t known to do, she failed to comprehend why exactly she’d reached out to him that night. even sober.

“usual spot.” yonnie rolls her eyes at that, feeling a little annoyed as the fact he’s acting so casual about this. why would he want to meet up? she didn’t get it. there was nothing there anymore, yon had said everything she needed to the night previous. so, why? why did she want go so badly. shaking off the feeling, the female found composure through her mental confusion, taking a second to type out her response. 

   [ TXT ] k. wont be long.

fyrgebraec​:​

“Oh, so…how do you know the bride and groom?” Well, it was worth it to spend his spring break with family, and he’d been invited to a wedding. Sitting at the table, he realized how odd it was to get married. It’s a piece of paper, isn’t it? Just a piece of paper and a ring, but he doesn’t outright say it. Some people are more mystical about marriage and such. “I think they’re my parent’s friends? I don’t actually know them.” Oisín admitted. “It’s a good excuse for free food, though.”

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‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍casey’s careful approach to his question allowed any suspicion to quickly hide behind those alluring dark eyes of his. gaze darts quickly to oisin’s feet, before bouncing back up to find his expression once again. reading it ; studying it. figuring out his motive. his reasoning won a snort from the blonde, raising an eyebrow as he allows himself to formulate HIS excuse to be there. something mundane. something funny. something witty. try everything to throw him off your scent, casey. 

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** platonic / familial actions.

send  one  of  these  in  to  see  my  muse’s  reaction (  add “ +reverse”  for  my  muse  to  do  the  action  to  yours )

[ embrace ]  -  your  muse  pulls  mine  in  for  a  gentle  embrace.

[ coffee ]  -  your  muse  brings  mine  a  mug  of  fresh  coffee.

[ ruffle ]  -  your  muse  ruffles  my  muses  hair.

[ pat ]  -  your  muse  pats  mine  on  the  shoulder.

[ piggyback ]  -  your  muse  jumping  on  my  muses  back.

[ kiss ]  -  your  muse  presses  a  kiss  to  my  muses  forehead.

[ bake ]  -  your  muse  presents  mine  with  freshly  baked  cookies.

[ flower crown ]  -  your  muse  places  a  flower  crown  atop  my  muses  head.

[ cook ]  -  your  muse  cooks  my  muse  a  meal.

[ lullaby ]  -  your  muse  sings  my  muse  to  sleep.

[ fort ]  -  your  muse  surprises  my  muse  with  a  pillow  fort.

[ gift ]  -  your  muse  presents  my  muse  with  a  gift.

[ hold ]  -  your  muse  holds  my  muses  hand.

[ calm ]  -  your  muse  calms  down  my  panicked  muse.

[ cheek ]  -  your  muses  kisses  my  muse  on  the  cheek.

[ boop ]  -  your  muses  boops  my  muse  on  the  nose.