#slypeyton

a five thousand piece puzzle becomes infinitely easier the moment you stop thinking about all the pieces.  

instead, look at the units, the segments that make the entirety of the image.  is your puzzle of the scottish highlands?  then take the castle, put it in one pile.  the sky in another, the forefront and therefore lightest hill in by your castle and the darker hills, by shade, in their own, minute hills.

patiently breathe life into every little piece.  then smugly and proudly press together your masterpiece, and take in what you yourself created.  something invariably whole.

of course, the one time isla had put in the effort of putting together that very puzzle, her mother had swept it off the table, and made a gnarled mess of it underfoot.  she apologised later.  isla never touched a puzzle again.

that didn’t mean the girl forgot the art of knitting together a pretty picture though -- instead, she’s elevated it.

“how was your christmas, isla?”

here, the puzzle is the face of overwhelming content.  first, take the teeth -- all thirty two, white and straight, and pile them so they curve upwards.  then, blushing cheeks, in two twin hills, and a pile of raucous laughter, a funny story, and perhaps a yorkshire trinket, if the person viewing it is worthy.

“ahh, right lovely!  always great to get home, innit --”

then, when they’re gone, take the portrait and gnarl it underfoot.

then, pour as much tequila over it as humanely possible, and smooth it out.  apologise.  kiss it better.  smile.  find the one person you know is tired of puzzle mastery, and knock on their door.

“peyton.”

knock harder.

slypeyton replied to your post ““I don’t understand how me dressing up as a present benefits anyone…””

??? am i your present then!

He's happy to have company for today, despite the will to repulse against anything living. But there he is, sweet smile and eyes like a child. He wants to be a child, just for once. Detention work revolves around decorating the great hall, but he’s busying himself with decorating the other, pulling his arms around her to fixate a ribbon around her waist. 

wear a jacket next time you heathen

He had already packed everything he would need at the short break he would have from school. He wouldn’t be far, but at a hotel in the heart of London with his mom, but still, he knew he would miss his friends that would stay in the castle or go somewhere else. 

After preparing everything, he marched his way to the place he settled to meet the girl, a gift box safely held with both his hands. Of course he didn’t know what to get her, so he just asked his mom for some advice, and hoped she would enjoy what he happily got her. 

“Ho, ho, ho!” He playfully peeks from behind her shoulder, smiling broadly. “Santa Soo is here!”