the flashy girl from flushing!

unfortunately, even if i have the energy to write during that time, i’ll have very little free time, and responsibly i should dedicate that to my studies.

that being said pls send good vibes my way 💗 i was placed solo this clinical rotation, and i struggled heavily last time with feeling alone in the department - and i had a classmate with me then.

as time goes on, you start to believe the fondness in his tone. you notice when he says it—when you're being stubborn, when you're feeling bad, when you're on the cusp of doing something just because you can.

dear heart is when he's being patient—either with you, or with himself. when you're ranting, and he wants to pull you back to the point of the matter—"dear heart, come back."

chaos bringer appears the day that you brought home a duck.

"it's hurt," you tell him. "it's messy," he says. "so are you. so am i. just until it's healed!" he sighs, knowing the battle was lost. "very well, chaos bringer."

lovely one is for first thing in the morning. or last at night. when his guard is down and he thinks that he's gotten lucky in a way that has tricked the universe.

when you roll over in the morning, face still crumpled from sleep, and he reaches out—"good morning, lovely one."

cleverness sounds like immense pride, even when he's not thinking about it. especially when he's not thinking about it.

or when he notices your restlessness in the evening, and you've paced a hole in the living room floor as he reads—"come, cleverness," he says, shifting in his chair, "tell me what troubles you so that i may concentrate."

as time goes on, you start to believe the fondness in his tone. you notice when he says it—when you're being stubborn, when you're feeling bad, when you're on the cusp of doing something just because you can.

dear heart is when he's being patient—either with you, or with himself. when you're ranting, and he wants to pull you back to the point of the matter—"dear heart, come back."

chaos bringer appears the day that you brought home a duck.

"it's hurt," you tell him. "it's messy," he says. "so are you. so am i. just until it's healed!" he sighs, knowing the battle was lost. "very well, chaos bringer."

lovely one is for first thing in the morning. or last at night. when his guard is down and he thinks that he's gotten lucky in a way that has tricked the universe.

when you roll over in the morning, face still crumpled from sleep, and he reaches out—"good morning, lovely one."

cleverness sounds like immense pride, even when he's not thinking about it. especially when he's not thinking about it.

or when he notices your restlessness in the evening, and you've paced a hole in the living room floor as he reads—"come, cleverness," he says, shifting in his chair, "tell me what troubles you so that i may concentrate."