#mpraiden

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technically speaking, it is spring now, and london would argue that it’s the reason why she decides head down to the han river. but she’s been outside for not even fifteen minutes and she can barely feel the spring-ness, the cool winds still nipping away at her cheeks. 

she stops at a nearby bench, not sitting down because it seems to be a little damp with morning dew, and rubs her hands together to warm them up, berating herself for not having worn her gloves. she lets out a sigh and tucks them into her coat pockets, her breath coming out in a soft cloud of warm air in front of her, and it’s when the cloud disappears that she notices someone else a few feet away, a sketchbook balanced on his thighs, brushing his hair out of his way and behind his shoulders as he studies the page intensely.