#strctvre

[ txt ] Yes, you were definitely drunk but still....

[ txt ] you were talking of rainbows and Leprecon .

* friendship starter sentences ; for: @strctvre

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🎶 for me to use my favorite line of the last song I listened to as a startersong: no make up by zion.tlyrics:     “No make up 일 때 제일 예쁜 너 (No make up looks best on you)”

if keon wasn’t in the comforts of his apartment, his blanket covering his frame up to the curve of his shoulders, sweatpants the only cloth covering him, he was in sori’s apartment. nacho’s apartment was his second sanctuary, the constant tugging of his heart towards that direction leading him to be there more than necessary. he often felt intruding her privacy despite her stating otherwise. they weren’t like before anyway. if keon wasn’t in his apartment, nor in sori’s, then he’s definitely in terra’s. he was both pain in the ass and light in the darkness (although he believed more in the latter).

“i hope you don’t mind me sleeping here tonight. i don’t feel like sleeping back in my place,” the floor was comfortable despite its cold temperature hurting his back. the remote offered him hospitality like no other, one hand under his head. “hey terra!” the moment he rolled onto his stomach, however, he saw the said woman step out of her room. she was bare-faced, not a trace of make-up she wore for the day there. she looked different yet the same. it freaked him out, not negatively of course.

     Was her work being criticized? She furrowed her eyebrows together. Fiorella knew she wasn’t as good at drawing as she was at writing, but still! Her new painting couldn’t be that bad, could it? She spent so many nights working on it, trying to find the perfect colors to cover the dull blank canvas, trying to find the perfect spots to allow her brush to run freely, trying to put all of her feelings onto that one piece. A sudden wave of disappointed rushed through her body once all of those thoughts came to light in her mind. Wasn’t she enough? Or was she overreacting? Either way, she still decided to reply back to the female, her tongue being careful enough to avoid any rude words.

( from this x )

a flash of concern quickly took over and the architect’s hand quickly went to the female’s shoulder as if to assist her in case something happens. “do you wanna sit down for a moment? we have been walking around for a few minutes now and the heat is quite unbearable.”

“I just didn't drink water,” she frowned, knowing it was foolish to even consider walking around without a bottle of drink. She rubbed the back of her head, knowing the pain would go away quickly if they were lucky. "Let's just get some water. I didn't mean to put a damper on things," she said with an apologetic smile.