#selinturan

“  𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠,  𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.  ”   even over the faint buzzing sound of a fridge most definitely in need of repair,  his voice travels easily across the cramped studio.  it was quiet here at this hour,  most of haven’s tenants long lost to the early grind of their 9 to 5′s.  “  what do you want for breakfast ?  i’ve got cereal and,  uh  . .   more cereal.  milk’s expired,  but there’s a hazelnut coffee creamer in here that would pair beautifully with lucky charms.  ”  shit.  he was long overdue for a trip to the store,  but between work and commissions and,  okay,  going out almost every night,  there just weren’t enough hours in the day.  

mission unsuccessful,  august strolls back towards the bed and collapses defeatedly on to the pillows.  he rolls on to his bare shoulder,  a knowing grin turning the corners of his lips as he drinks in the familiar sight of selin,  pre - caffeine.  just the sight of her lying beside him,  the mid - morning sun casting rays of light across her features,  made his fingers itch for a piece of charcoal.  his stomach growls as if on cue,  quickly shutting the notion down.  and since the fridge was barren save for the aforementioned coffee creamer and a wilting bell pepper he kid himself into purchasing  ---  “  betty’s ?  ”