#gracideal

                   he’s not even going to DENY the fact that he’s blushing just a LITTLE BIT, no matter how corny && over-used that happened to be because wow this is the first time in a LONG time that a lady has tried to flirt with him && owain is not going to proceed && laugh it off whilst rubbing the back of his neck && looking away. 

                  eight am && nothing exciting had yet to happen. to think eagerness would have just jumped at the door any second yet he sat there waiting for the morning daze to slip on by along with the radiant sun that beamed through that one crack in the blinds that didn’t cover it. eight am on a saturday morning && already did he think about the paperwork lining his desk at the office. an internal groan as lips touched the coffee mug which held nothing but cold coffee in it. well that wasn’t very pleasant. 

                    flaxen hues scanned the small area -- him alone in the kitchen with nothing watching aside the silly little reptilian figurine his daughter had insisted on them keeping ( an eye sore it was but who was he to go against her will? oh that’s right, her father. ) reading glasses tilted upwards as the paper he held in one hand slowly drifted to its spot on the table && with one last glance around the room did he blow onto his cup, flames escaping between lips, licking at the cup which soon began to steam with heat && after a few more seconds, did he feel the difference in temperature. sure, there was a lot of perks in being able to shape shift into a dragon -- but this was DEFINITELY the most practical.  with the hot liquid poured down his throat, the quiet pitter patter of footsteps that came creeping in had almost gone unnoticed. 

                    his gaze traveled up to meet the only person he would assume to be in his house at the time && already did eyebrows furrow in worry. there was something.. off about the young woman that stood only a few feet away from him. the exhaustion in bright eyes was perhaps one of the few things he noticed but the SCENT, the familiar scent he had grown accustomed to over the years, smelt different. but not necessarily in a bad way. placing the cup down, lance raised an eyebrow over in her direction. 

                                           Send "Let's get you to bed"                          for your muse finding mine asleep on their desk.                                                   ACCEPTING || NOT ACCEPTING

                    being a light sleeper definitely had its perks. but when you managed to only catch two hours of sleep due to traveling only to be thrown back into your paper work the second you got home, you could kiss that title good bye. cheek pressed against hard wooden surface, papers sticking as drool only threatened to drizzle from the edge of his lips yet soft snores had only just managed to escape. how long had it taken for her to shake him awake? eyes snapped open && his only immediate reaction had been to stand up, which resulted in a loud BANG of his knee against his desk as the champion sat back, hissing to himself. tired eyes gazed up towards the trainer, confusion rattling his mind before glancing down at the watch still strapped to his wrist. 3am. not bad yet he couldn’t find it in himself to stand up just yet. instead, he raised an eyebrow up at her. 

                                   Text my muse one of the following...                                                  ACCEPTING || NOT ACCEPTING

               ❝ HEY SWEETHEA-- ❞

…..THERE’S ABOUT AS MUCH HOPE FOR YOU AS THERE IS FOR CYRUS IN THE DISTORTION WORLD AT THIS POINT JFC