#hisflaws

she'd  heard  muffles  cries  from  outside  the  bathroom  door  but  decided  to  mind  her  business  for  once  simply  because  in  the  end  she's  not  that  close  to  max  to  have  good  reasons  that  would  back  up  why  she  cares  so  much  about  him  without  making  her  sound  like  a  creep  ---  and  yet  one  would  think  that  human  decency  should  be  enough.

body  slides  down  on  the  floor  and  back  leans  against  door  surface,  knuckles  knocking  just  enough  to  try  and  get  max's  attention.  "  food's  here.  "  she  mentions,  broken  voice  hard  to  mask  but  an  attempt  to  is  made  anyway  with  a  clearing  of  throat.  "  can  you  unlock  the  door  please?  ---  we  don't  have  to  talk  about  it  if  you  don't  want  to,  but  i'd  rather  know  i  can  get  in  if  you  need  help.  "  and  that's  her  cue  to  stop,  showing  way  too  much  attachment  already  :  pull  it  together,  it's  not  like  he's  gonna  die  in  there.

a  few  second  and  surprisingly  enough,  door  is  unlocked  ---  left  ajar  even  as  if  to  silently  invite  her  in.  and  that's  what  she  does  in  the  end.  they're  not  the  kind  of  people  to  take  care  of  each  other  specifically,  this  is  just  a  temporary  adventure,  whatever  connection  they  have  merely  born  from  physical  attraction  that  doesn't  seem  to  have  faded  yet...  even  after  various  attempts.

Werewolf: Tag someone who is one-in-a-million and comes through when you need them.

oh, @hisflaws hands down. i’ve known charlie for like a year now but we weren’t always as close as we are now but our friendship just kind of transcended beyond a typical rp friendship in the most beautiful way. we’re very similar in the way we feel things. we’ve laughed together and we’ve cried together, and she always seems to know when i’m Not Feeling Like Myself. we might go days without talking, then she’ll send me a random message. sometimes it’s one of her famous dad jokes. sometimes it’s affirmations. sometimes she cheers me up without me even saying i’m having a bad day. she just knows. one thing that particularly stands out is when i woke up one day to a message that said something cute like “i wish you lived closer so i could make you breakfast” and it made my whole day better. and i just love her a lot. she’s one of my favourite people and just. my whole freakin’ heart okay ❤️

hands  elegantly  moving  in  the  air,  focus  on  table  in  front  of  her.  try  again.  again.  again.  again.  practice  makes  you  perfect  ---  literally  the  only  good  piece  of  advice  worth  listening  from  her  father.  perfection  makes  you  great,  great  opens  you  doors.  try  again.  tired  sigh  pushed  through  lips,  hand  waves  book  closed  before  fingers  stretch.  personal  objects  collected  and  pushed  in  her  bag,  red  finally  gets  up  and  walks  out  ---  breathe  of  fresh  air  might  actually  be  helpful  to  get  some  some  focus  back.  leaning  against  the  wall,  cigarette  is  pulled  out  from  pocket  of  her  jacket,  fingers  resting  a  little  longer  in  search  of  her  lighter.  it  always  happens  when  she’s  far  too  deep  in  her  head,  almost  as  if  he  knew  her  thoughts  and  felt  the  need  to  come  bother  her  every.  single.  time.  eyeroll  thrown  in  his  direction  to  recover  from  sudden  shudder,  curse  is  muttered  as  cigarette  balanced  between  lips  falls  on  the  ground.