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Send me one to generate a romancy drabble. [ x ]

Pianos and Clockwork: with clocks we play, and waste the day away; one of our muses is at the piano attempting yet again to master Clocks, the other happens to walk by the door, enticed by the music…by the end of the day, they are playing together…rain a soft pitter patter on the windows.

Fingers danced on the white and black keys. In search of the right notes, they rushed to reproduce the melody perfectly. Any slightest delay could be heard, but only a few would really pay attention to those subtle flaws.

And she was indeed among the minority.

Another mistake was made, causing a grown to slip past her lips. Countless redoes were executed so far and each all ended at the same error, causing a snicker to be heard, despite how low it was. The other presence wasn’t ignored, but one would prefer being left alone, mostly due to the embarrassment adorning her cheeks whenever she was reminded of it. It wasn’t no surprised that her timid side was showing. Since she was herself a fan of his group, he was giving extra pressure just by sitting near her, reproducing the same melody, but with the difference that he wasn’t making any mistake.

"You shouldn’t urge to do these notes even if the tempo differs slightly." He was calm and patient, just like how he seemed to be. Junhee wasn’t sure if it was due to him or her nervousness. Why would she be making the same mistake repeatedly? She knew that it would anger her to no end, but she couldn’t show any sign of it in front of him. Already, she was incapable of saying much due to how embarrassed she was.

However, after many tries, she finally succeeded. She bounced off the bench, jumping around the piano. “I made it! I made it!” She was in her own world, celebrating. Yet, that didn’t last long as the other clapped at her, showing a little satisfying smile. Oh. She quickly calmed down, or more like forcing herself to. A bow was made out of reflex, a move that could easily hide the blood rising to her cheeks once again. Oddly, the soloist hadn’t noticed the time passing by rapidly, neither the drizzle that complimented the song.

"Thank you." She mumbled as they found their way to the exit. Something was telling her that this wouldn’t be their last time meeting one another under the same circumstances. Yet, she didn’t add more and bid farewell, the gap between them growing at a slow pace. 

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

         Kyungri was glad that, after having accidentally bumped into each other, she and Leo had decided to share a taxi. Well, he was the kind human being to give her a place inside of the car he’d managed to call, although she was certain that she must have seemed pretty pitiful there, trying to carry a bag of half her weight while attempting — to no avail — to call one of the yellow vehicles which apparently weren’t giving her attention.

         But now they were there, completely stuck in the middle of a traffic jam in Seoul, one of the cities with the most crazy traffics she ever saw. At some point after the second hour she lost count of the time, a frustrated sigh escaping past her lips as she kept her eyes on the outside, through the glass of the closed window, more lost within her own thoughts than concentrated on the sea of cars and lights that were part of the scene.

        The rush hour, they called and so herself made sure to remind.

         Was right to say that she only recalled the male’s presence once the car braked abruptly and his head, along with a good amount of his weight, came to lay on her lap. For a few seconds she blinked rapidly, eyes widened in confusion, but her expression soon melted once she took a glimpse of his own features. His serene features.

         She dared to scan his face, or at least the side she could see, something she longed to do but had been refraining herself from doing, always afraid to come up as rude or ill-mannered. But right there she locked her curious eyes on him, the last traveling along the line of his nose, towards his slight and naturally puffed cheeks, and when they stopped on his hair, she felt the urge to dare further, fingertips twirling the smooth strands that she once wondered if were as soft as they seemed.

         ”… I don’t want to.” He mumbled and she froze. Only until she noticed that he had fallen asleep again, or perhaps he had never woken up, simply sleep-talking. Sleepyhead, the playful thought popped into her mind, fingers resuming their soothing caress as she glanced through the window once again, sighing in relief and hoping to get home. 

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Name: Luisa. Nickname: Blue, Luah, Luh. Height: 168cm. Relationship status: Single. Birthday: September 16th. Favorite colour: Blue. Favorite singer/band: I can't choose one, meh. Last song listened: Adam Lambert - Outlaws of Love Last movie watched: X-Men: Days of Future Past Favorite book: Wildwood Dancing by Juliet Marillier Last book read: Across The Universe by Beth Revis Alarm clock sound: A phone ringing... Like an old telephone, y'know? IDK. Currently reading: Nothing, actually. # of siblings: Three. # of pets: One. A fish. Best school subject: Biology Cell phone type: iPhone 4s, black. Current shirt colour: White Gamer: I like to play, but I'm not good at all, so nope. Day or night: Night. Summer or winter: ... Autumn-- Most-visited website: Tumblr Celebrity crushes: Kit Harington *FAINTS*

[`The man sips his hot coffee slowly, savoring the sweet flavor it gives him; he catches a glimpse of a person to his side and he places his cup down, rubbing his thumb and first two fingers together before turning to the person; listening thoughtfully, his eyes move to the basket of colorful flowers, before retreating to the girl; a small smile comes to his thin lips and he gives a nod] Yes, I would. I don’t have anyone to give them too, but they’d be nice in my apartment. [`Reaches his hand to the flower extended to him, taking it carefully and twirling the stem in his fingers] How many can I take?