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taphophilia ➟ sookja & sebastian
+ Starter for @leesookja
❝ Two seventeen –– not that late. ❞ Sebastian dropped his cellphone into the main compartment of his backpack, pulling the zipper shut and slinging the canvas bag over one shoulder as he stood up from his spot on the damp, patchy cemetery grass. A waxing gibbous dangled unobstructed in the sky like the central candle of some cosmic chandelier, effortlessly outshining all its secondary illumination even at a fraction of its maximum potential. As he righted himself, he turned his gaze towards the cloudless, starless sky, focusing momentarily on the partial bulb which radiated cool, pleasant beams and cast gradually lengthening shadows on the opposite side of every tombstone dotting the knoll. The atmosphere and the visit in its entirety had been exceptionally conducive to a sense of ataraxia which was foreign to Sebastian; he was reluctant to accept its end.·❝ If you’d hurry up, we’d make it to Denny’s before sunrise. ❞ he grumbled, tone characteristically snotty and not at all suggestive of how truly pleased he was with simply being here, and being here with her.·
Quiet Me.
bring the heat
Quiet Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]
The kitchen was a mess; contents that were once organized in the cabinets and fridge laid out on the floors in disarray. Spilled milk, cracked eggs, and a dusting of flour topped off the culinary clutter. Sprawled out within the chaos was her. There wasn’t any need to sugar coat things, she was the personification of the wasteland. Tears strolled down her cheeks to show sadness, clenched fists validated anger.
"Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, already certain of what was the problem, but just wanting to be sure. “What do you think?” Hints of annoyance audible through the shaky voice illustrated defeat. Who knew baking a (in his oblivious perspective) simple cake could result in such catastrophe? All he needed was store bought mix and the basic utensils to construct the thing. But this was out of his league, so to speak. Perfection was synonymous with her skills, she didn't accept anything but that. He was a novice, actually more closer to a complete amateur than anything else. Baking or cooking wasn’t his forte. All he did was eat, eat, eat.
“Don’t let this get you down, you’re the female Gordon Ramsay in the making!” Words of encouragement or assurance was all that he could offer. The mentioned name was the only person he knew of within the realm of food. The man was notorious for his fire, his compassion for cooking. So was she, according to the number of times he’d watched her in her territory that was the kitchen. Maybe being a hothead wasn’t such a good thing, after all. Can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.
But she wouldn’t budge, no matter how many times he tried to drag her lifeless body out to let him clean up the place. “Man, what a sorry excuse of a student you are. Even I can do better than this.” His arms crossed, head turned away with a brusque shrug of his shoulders. Why not add fuel to the extinguished fire? She knew of the hidden motives behind the harsh commentary… at least he hoped she did. Regardless, Sookja shot right up and gave him a look of disgust- one that was the result of a hurt pride, but a smile creased those lips right after. “Shut up.”
“A thanks would do, but you’re welcome.” He gave a smile in return, his hand brushing against her shoulders to dust off the shroud of floor. “At first you don’t succeed, try and try again, right?”
✈
Meet-cute starters▸ ( still accepting )
A heavy sigh left her lips when she stared at the board that displayed their flights. She had come extra early, and had been waiting a while, excited to board the plane but just as she was supposed to, a voice called over to warn them of their delayed flight, which wasn’t just delayed a little but but about 4 hours. Going home would be pointless, she’d have to go back just as she’d get there so she would have to entertain herself where she was. ‘This sucks..’
Vega!
Send a Space Thing
Still Accepting !
► Vega: What’s something you’ve done that you wish you hadn’t?
❝ Buying the Blu-Ray edition of Star Wars. ❞ he nodded in all seriousness. He hated Blu-Ray Star Wars.
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"I made you coffee, did you want some Aspirin?"
❛ The Morning After Sentence Starters…
Walking into the kitchen, Ryan stretched his arms up and yawned softly, the little pain on his head getting a little worse than it was minutes before, and his sleepy expression showed he had not slept well enough to replace the lost energies from the previous day --- he walked too much looking for a music book.
And after asking the female to spend the night there, making him company ( and oh, how thankful he was ), he couldn’t help but a feel a little bit better for knowing he was not alone --- even so used to the loneliness, he was still so afraid of it... silently afraid.
❝ Yes, please. ❞ Ryan said softly, a small and warm smile spreading on his lips as he made his way to the table, taking a seat and watching her prepare the coffee. ❝ Thank you for staying here last night, Sook. ❞
