where the weed decays.

he waits patiently for her to go on, brows raising immediately when he gets her complete answer. “scuse me?” he smiles slightly, shaking his head and blinking rapidly. “don’ get tha’ very of’en. or ever.” he stares down at the cigarette between his fingers, flicking it to get the ash off before bringing it back up to his mouth. “thanks, i guess.”

“ryan?” he nods, taking another inhale from his cigarette before he reaches out to her for a friendly handshake. “’m fox. that all ya wanted? t’ tell me your name?”

“ya need summat? ya keep lookin’ over here — can’t help ya if i don’t know what ya want…”

her perch in their lap hardly comes as a surprise; in fact, it feels like the natural course of action – as though it’s where she belongs – and when ryan settles, wren fits their chest against her back in a well-practiced mold, limber arms propped on their knees on either side of her while their chin finds a perch of its own on her shoulder. “your doing, i imagine.” the words are feather-light as they murmur them; a breath that fans out playfully over the rim of her ear and tousles her messy hair.

      she shakes her head which causes wavy blonde locks to fall everywhere. lifting a hand to press them back & slyly work it’s way to the side of wren’s face, she lets out a breathy exhale. ‘ s’all you, ’ she starts, her other hand working small circles on their knee. ‘ let me take some of you, yeah ? ’ her hand is poised softly at the side of their face as she looks up at wren fondly. 

“I know it’s a normal tendency for people to only care for men’s varsity teams, but I will have you know the uni’s female soccer team had an epic win this weekend. We beat the other team eight nil, so… Pause for applause.”

      ‘ normal tendency, oh please. that’s really great to hear ! it sucks that male’s sports are more talked about when us girls are clearly kicking some serious tail. ’

“course..” theo murmurs, fingers slipping in between hers. his gaze follows her movements, watching as she drags her toe through the water. brushing his thumb across the back of her hand he nudges her gently with his hip, “none of that, you’re gonna decide it’s too cold before we even jump in!!” he’s teasing, though he is slightly worried if it’s too cold she won’t go with him. “okay, are you ready..??”

  theo’s fingers slip into hers, simultaneously pushing and pulling himself up with her help from the ground of flowers. he plucks one of them from the bunch, tucking it behind his ear as he starts down the creek towards the pond. he’s excited – couldn’t stand studying for one moment longer. he collects his curls atop of his head, pulling an elastic from his wrist to twist it around the mess of a bun. “jump on the count of three, yeah??” he grins, fingers playing with the hem of his t-shirt.

easy: the moon looks the same every night  easy: the moon can also fuck off  easy: it’s too bright and i still need curtains

Alex grinned as he waded through the water, “Maybe I am, or maybe.. I just wanted to do this–” He replied, before lunging forward to pull Ryan into the water with him. “Still think it’s not cold?” He teased, playfully splashing some more water in her direction.

Aspen liked getting to see all the nature spots around campus and joining Ryan on this little excursion was exactly what he needed after a busy week, “Yeah, I’ll come in in a moment. Just got distracted by how pretty this all is. Sort of makes me miss home.” After kicking his shoes off, Aspen waded into the water. 

                    for a moment, the words don’t register to his ears. taking a moment to accept her closeness, he winds his arm snugly around her waist, ignoring the awkwardness of their positions to pull her that much closer. he can’t ignore her, however, her words falling quietly to his ears; voice so nervous he wants to tell her don’t— that she never has to be nervous around him. but he finds himself p a u s i n g instead. he’s not certain what he’s supposed to say at this point. 

                    weeks ago, hell, months ago really, he would have been FURIOUS, the unexplainable blooming of flowers the biggest of hindrances that he found himself alighting them wherever they sprouted from his body, but here and now, with him already having accepted them as just another thing in his daily life, he could only raise a brow.  ❝  you’re serious, yeah?  ❞ and it’s not if he can really be angry about the whole thing. he remembers the anger from the first while, he does, but it’s not something that applies when he’s thinking of ryan. he’s not really sure what to do.

      she can tell he’s speechless & the sight of it causes her heart to drop into the pit of her stomach. she’s snuggled in close to him, head resting on his arm as she faces him as best she can. ‘ i am, ’ her voice shakes. her entire body is tense, & she’s no longer holding onto him as an overwhelming sense of regret & guilt begin to coat her features. ‘ i’m so sorry, easy, i didn’t mean it to be mean. you just - you kept burning everything i made i just wanted you to see how beautiful they were. i realise now that was wrong & i shouldn’t have tricked you like that. ’ the blonde’s lips are curling into a pout, a reflex when she’s feeling very upset. there’s a tickle in the bridge of her nose that threatens tears to fall but she wills them away. 

                    he doesn’t want to wake up. in fact, if ryan had let him doze further off, he would have been content to sleep the next few hours away. he wasn’t particularly tired, but who was he to forgo offered sleep? shrugging his shoulders up higher until they touched past his ears, he let out a small groan of protest, burying his face further into his arms. the seconds ticked by, his body tensed, but it wasn’t long before easy was unwinding. he was capable of many things, he was, but denying ryan of anything wasn’t one of them.  ❝  yeah, what’s up, petal?  ❞ his words are sleep trodden, his eyes half lidded and even worse so, but they’re clear with understanding, open to hear whatever it was ryan had to say.

      her nerves knot in the put of her stomach, but the way his voice is so sweet reassures her slightly that they’ll be okay. ‘ i wanted to tell you something, that i - ’ she stops herself, shutting her mouth quickly to slide herself off of the table top & into the seat beside him. her chin rests on his shoulder, eyes a mix of azure & emerald hues as they’re wide & eyeing him. ‘ i may or may not be the one who’s been making flowers sprout in your hair. & out of your pockets. & your sleeves. ’