#lebrexu

                                   “ You could try to look kinda, y’know, less miserable, ” he suggests humorously after catching a  g l i m p s e  of his friend at his side. Her shoulders are practically caving in on herself, rigid & uncomfortable as they  t r u d g e  through the light dusting of snow that appears to cover every rooftop & pathway in town. Snow beams, tilting his head  b a c k, happily allowing the soft flakes to land on his grinning lips. “ C’mon, a ‘lil flurry never hurt anyone! ”

         ❛   Let’s just say I had a little bit of extra time on my hands.   ❜

          a play on the assumption. what a sad little life to be excited by the mundane; but is he so far off ? chores were seen in an alternate light, reimagined — his motivation was driven by proclivities to help rather than some innate calling. few people were attracted to the sense of accomplishment inspired after cleaning up a mess, particularly those not of their own doing. knowing her days had been long and laborious, peppered with tedium and customers with demands, he found it best to spend those spare hours providing some company. parties were fun, sure, but less so when you were responsible for the chaos the crowd had stirred. who knew people could leave such a pigsty in their wake ? he’d already counted a dozen pairs of glassware at the entrance alone. what he could reasonably collect is carried into the kitchen, where a stream of warm water is drawn, the acidic notes of lemon borne on its suds waft from the basin.

         ❛   you’re always stuck with the grunt work. how’d that happen ?    ❜

✉  you’ve got mail !

FROM: @lebrexuRE: 1-800-how’s my portrayal? 

BE STILL

MY HEART!!

            they’ve been sitting out here for a while now, soaking in the LAST of the sun’s warmth ------- & yuj would be lying if he said his arm isn’t starting to fall ASLEEP under her weight. it’s just that she looks so peaceful ... & he knows that even a SECOND of relaxation is hard to come by now that they’re fully embracing their new ‘PULSIAN’ lifestyle. so he sucks it up, focusing instead on the orange-pink horizon in front of them.

        ❛ good morning! ❜ energetic the words fall from her lips as she comes swinging around the counter. swiftly she grabs an apron from the hook, draping it over herself with a quick tie around her waist. big is her smile as she passes Lebreau, giving her the silent nod that allowed her to know she’s ready for the day. after all, always prepping her station the afternoon before left her with the advantage to get going. ( and maybe an advantage to stay in bed with her fiancée a little bit longer~! ) 

@lebrexu

“No. Freakin’. Way.” he could not believe his eyes. Straight up from Pulse itself? Original NORA member? It was too good to be true. How the tides have turned, he was now in a better mood than he had been in days seeing her wonderful face. 

          ❛   I definitely am.   ❜

          Confident is that grin of his, no longer coy as it’d originally been. Before, he’d constantly find himself tapping into the familiarity of boyhood, clumsy and uncertain in his approach. As he stands now, he is poised, no longer second guessing, acting with purpose. Normally attuned to the careful, pensive aspects of his mind, he’d grown to love spontaneity. She’d guided him thus far, surprised him even, and unearthed dimensions of his character unbeknownst to even his wisest self. Their time together had awoken a new, unexplored piece of his soul, and for once he’d enjoying this slow unravelling of his self.