where light lingers

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heh. that got a smirk out of him. then she starts talking about vibes, sounds too much like renji and fahy, and he’s back to frowning. “vibes? if you’re lookin’ to impress, why not just bring, like. ren, or naoko with you. they got those vibes the same as me. hell, they’d make better friends than i would. ‘specially if you’re not terribly worried about the outcome.”

*AFTON AND ORIO(N) from x.

“i can’t tell if i should be annoyed, or offended. ‘specially by that first one. i don’t give two fucks about how cool people think i am, so there’s that, shortstack,” he scoffs, holding a hand out to give her a flick! to the forehead. “secondly, the hell is wrong with my cookin’? sure as hell ain’t gonna put vee in charge of that, are ya? unless you got an iron stomach. still, good luck, even with that.

why the hell do you need to impress them, anyway? … and why am i - there’s too many questions here.”

@veiliisms​ asked: "taki!" there's the familiar jingling of a dog's collar, soft, but rushed footsteps of primula's flats as she and junichi are able to make her out, even in the semi-crowded streets. after all, that beautiful voice and unique laugh are hard to miss, especially with their ears. "i - i got you something!" carefully, she digs around in her bag, presenting a beautiful, satin lavender bow with gold trim. "i... i hope you like it."

        "prim!" the warmth in her voice surprises even her but she steps forward to meet her lovely primula anyway. her hands are gentle as she pulls the woman to the side, safely out of the way of passersby, and watches in curiosity while primula presents her gift.

        a moment of pause; it is cute-- adorable even. entirely unsuited to taeyeon herself in almost every way. it's impressive how much primula's image of her and the truth differ.

        taeyeon secures the bow in her abundance of curls, and, with great care, draws primula's hand to feel the ornament in its new home.

@veiliisms asked: they've been at it for a while, really. the house smells like a new roast every time she comes to visit, different machines on a once-mostly-unused counterspace for drip coffee, espressos, pour overs. they seem especially proud of this one - almost excitedly gives bonnie a fresh cup, mismatched eyes alight with anticipation. "bonnie! you gotta try this one - i think this is my best cup yet. i think i finally got the taste right on it! tell me whatcha think?"

          “holy shit,” bonnie answers, the scent of coffee permeating the mitochondria of every cell she’s ever had. the cup, shoved into her hands, ripples with the same uncertainty on bonnie’s face. still, she presses a fond kiss to their cheek in greeting. “you’re developing a caffeine problem, aoki. i don’t think there’s a group for that.” 

@veiliisms​ asked:  "tae? whattaya want for christmas?" afton's absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, one arm draped over the woman while he scrolls through endless items on a sale. of course, he's already gotten her her gift - has for a while. but, that doesn't mean he can't throw her off the trail... or, hell. get a whole other gift to add on.

       “it’s quite early for that, no?” says the woman who only thinks about christmas on the day-of. she glances up from her book to look at him sideways. there isn’t much she doesn’t already have, but something tells her afton would be completely unsatisfied with i don’t need anything. 

     “ you’ve just seen it all, haven’t you? “  she puffs, the tension in her shoulders releasing when the bug vanishes. for whatever reason, it sounds like she should be used to seeing centipedes, but she can say that she has gone several safe years without even catching a glimpse of one.  “ humans are predictable! bugs, though … you just don’t know what’s going on in their stupid bug brains. “

     “ supervise? is that what you think this is? “  wing looks up from the strange, misshapen tower of legos. it’s barely holding onto whatever form they’d shaped it into.  “ i’m an adult, you know. and you agreed to wait until i finished my leaning tower of pisa. in fact, you came before i was even close to finishing. “

     “ i couldn’t come up with another reference! wait, hold on – “  he rakes his head for a moment, face scrunching in a faithful amount of thought.  “ you wouldn’t give someone water in place of a blood transfusion! i use chemicals for the film – chemicals can be clear, you know? “