inside out

Ben: He's that loose string on your sweater that's frayed and when you pull it just keeps stretching until your entire sweater has unravelled.

Mal: *alicia keys voice* THIS GIRL BREATHES FIREEEEEEEE~

Jay: Hottie with a body. On the ground. He punched someone.

Carlos: A puppy who could probably build a bomb but he's too nice to do that.

Audrey: The actual love of my life. I would die for her. I would let you die for her.

Lonnie: no comment.

Zara: i forgot my comment. why? because i'm high.

chad doesn’t always bring work home. he prefers not to, as to keep the two realms of his life apart. but sometimes it can’t be helped. plus, he likes getting the opinion of someone who isn’t so fashion forward or fashion concerned. someone like jay.  that desire for jay’s opinion is what has lead to this image: every inch of their dining room table being covered with fabric books, all open, and revealing the multitude of swatches inside. their table is transformed into a rainbow sea of fabric squares and thoughtfully hovering over the collection of neutrals, neons, jewel tones, shimmer, and shine, is chad.  

he has a pen tucked behind his ear and yellow-gold curls are pulled out of his face with a rose bobby-pin he nicked from audrey. in his hands is his sketchbook and focus is on his features. 

his fingers run over cobalt tulle, letting them linger and letting his eyes take in their rich color. he looks back at his sketchbook to reference his drawing. 

“ what do you think? i’m worried tulle might be a bit much for everyone else. “

@voidwrit 

they’re breaking in the new kitchen that came with audrey’s new home. 

the new homeowner sips on her red wine, legs pulled up on the stool across from him and wrapped in a warm sweater. chad paused when she said her words, letting them sink in. 

“ you think so? ” he continues chopping up mushrooms for their dinner but not before letting the corner of his lips turn up for a second. “ that is a nice thought, isn’t it. ” but its not a statement that’s been proven by his recent dating record. 

he gathers his chopped mushrooms and puts them in the hot sauce pan, shaking the pan by the handle once they’re in. 

something in chad compels him to take her hand in his. and in his true impulsive, he does what his gut tells him to do. soon, he finds himself noting how perfectly her smaller hand fits in his. he looks into her eyes, unafraid of what he may find in them.

may he find chaos. may he find danger. may he find confusion. he’ll take it all if he finds an ounce of love, a drop of affection, in her gaze.