#monkeyveined

O | Accepting | @monkeyveined

His fingers shake and tremble when he brushes them through her bangs.He can’t manage a smile that doesn’t do the same, shaking his head at her.

                                       “Wait… So this ISN’T how you make shaved ice?” Purin paused                                        in her action of using a RAZOR on a block of ice, giving the other                                        female a rather quizzical look.

                             Marilou didn’t know what to make of it just that it was incredible cute and something she should probably be recorder on her phone.

           “ Look out! YA--! “

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coughs I. apparently wrote this probably months ago and then promptly forgot about it on my dead laptop. charged up the laptop last night finally and found it and i just. i’m still. kind of. attached to the relationship between purin and mr. ping ;~;

Purin’s hair is the color of the sunshine, and he thinks sometimes that it must be a terrible burden. He thinks it is something she has been made aware of, once upon a time long before she met him, and that it has shaped who she is and what she believes she must do.

And then he thinks that it has nothing to do with the gold in her hair and everything to do with the brown of her eyes- that there is strength in that color that she must uphold and exemplify in her every breath. Brown earth. Strong foundation. The core of the very mountains and the tallest trees and their deep roots.

And Mr. Ping likes that about her.

But sometimes her hair is straw and her eyes are murky, and he's reminded of stories he'd heard as a child of mountains cracking and great trees snapping in two.