#mpadaline

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Harper clutched his chest, gasping for breath. He had been running for what felt like an eternity, his legs so heavy and fatigued that they didn’t even feel like his own anymore. He wasn’t sure what he was running away from, the memory seemed to have escaped him, but he at knew that he had to continue. It was what he was told to do, what he was meant to do.

But it seemed that as soon as he stopped to take a breath, a long shadow loomed over him. His hands were shaking but slowly, and with dread, he looked up at his mother. She was angry at him. He wasn’t meant to stop, she said, and because he was so weak, he would be punished.

He felt a sharp pain across his face and, not able to hold himself up any longer, Harper fell to the floor. He had failed her again. All he had to do was run, and yet he couldn’t even do that. He tried to open his mouth, tried to reason with her and he just needed a break - but then noticed another figure beside him. It was a boy, a little older than himself with a matching bouquet tattoo on his upper forearm.

Harper trembled. “Jun?” he choked out, reaching out a hand, “Why are you here?” Junkai had died months ago and, for a moment, Harper wondered whether by some miracle he was back. But when the boy opened his mouth, his voice was not that familiar velvet sound but rather a sharp, piercing screech.

"to be held" meme | accepting

Diana gasped when a body suddenly crashed into her, nearly dropping her wallet as arms circled her and pulled her in close. She had been distracted, listening to an audiobook while waiting in line to get a bubble tea in the mall food court, so she hadn't even heard someone call her name. Even so, a smile spread across her face when she looked over her shoulder to see that Adaline was the one clinging to her.

“Hm-” Phobetor frowns as he peers into the high cupboard in his minimalist, black slate kitchen. Long, elegant fingers with nicely trimmed, black painted nails hold the small cabinet handle as his dark gaze continues to scout from back to front, left to right, in the cabinet of tea sets, leaves and all manner of brewing contraptions. A steadily deepening frown drawing on his brows as he just can’t spot it!

“Have either of you seen my tea strainer? The one with the ivory handle-” the god calls out as he turns from cabinet, to his two children, lounging comfortably in the open plan sitting room near by. Both as pre-occupied as they usually are by their personal activities. Either nose in a book by Changmin’s case or tapping away on some device or another if it where his daughter. The TV plays the advert break between his soap opera quietly in the background and he wanted to enjoy a nicely brewed peppermint tea whilst the drama of the Lee families secret baby adoption plot line unfolded but... he just can’t find it!

”Why are things always going missing” the god huffs to himself as he turns back to the brewing kettle, having not received an adequate reply from either of his preoccupied children. “I guess I will just have a tea bag then!” He calls back, lifting the box as he looks over at them. This does not gain him the rise he wanted, despite it being an absolute travesty. “How is tea supposed to infuse properly in a tiny bag” the Greek grumbles to himself, throwing the box down as the kettle clicks in front of him. 

breaking the ice meme | accepting

Charlotte had been up most of the night wandering around the city, so she was feeling a little out of it as she made her way to The Flower Mill for a much needed double shot espresso. As such, she was fairly certain that it was her fault when she rounded a corner and ran right into someone, falling back and landing on her butt in a bit of a daze.

♘ Adara kissing her father’s head

“Hmm..” with a soft, sleepy mumble Phobetor feels the soft lips brush his forehead, and he stirs softly from his light slumber as dark eyes crack open to gaze up at the smiling visage of his daughter. “Come-” he beckons, voice still groggy, as he opens his arms to welcome the young woman onto his chest. Laying, uncharacteristically, across the leather cushions of his large sofa, a documentary on ancient wars playing quietly in black and white on their large television. Even the way he napped looked more like a corpse, with his ankles crossed and arms folded, a peaceful expression on his features. 

kind gesture meme | accepting

“I don’t know about this...” Felix murmured as he hesitantly took the bow from Adaline. He had never shot an arrow before. He had never even really held any weapon before, unless a kitchen knife counted. It made him nervous, just having something that could hurt someone in his hand. But he trusted Adaline, and she did look really cool when she was shooting, so he decided that just once under her skilled eye, he would give it a shot.

angst meme: still accepting!

“Probably a couple more times and then I’m sure it’ll sink in,” he says cheekily, eyes crinkling to hide the sadness in them. He tries to joke and prays that his words break the tension between them, but all they do is give him away. His voice strains to keep itself even and he can’t meet her gaze when he talks. He knows that he’s never been good at hiding how he feels, especially when he’s upset. Still, he wears a smile on his face even though it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Look...” he trails off looking up toward the ceiling.

“If I could control the way that I feel, life would be a million times easier,” he starts again, still not meeting her gaze. “But you know me-” he shakes his head, laughing despite how much his heart hurts. “I take after my mother... Falling for people that can’t return the favor,” he closes his eyes again willing himself not to tear up. “But I don’t care, I’ll get over it, Addy...” he pauses sucking in a deep breath and willing himself to open his eyes and look at her. “Before anything else, I am your friend and nothing will change that,” he says softly, sincerely.