#winterbred

                         ❛  brooklyn nine-nine sentence meme, accepting  

            TIRED. THAT’S WHAT SHE WAS. a half committed eye roll sent her best friend’s way before letting her head drop onto her arms again. one hand rising up to give her the middle finger, a groan escaping from her lips. she was exhausted, having been up all night the day before, actually studying. cramming a whole semester’s worth of material into one night wasn’t ideal, but ariel always ended up doing just that. 

            DARK CIRCLES beneath her eyes showcasing to others what she had done last night, body running on 7 cups of coffee with an extra shot of caffeine each and 4 red bulls with a 30 minute nap. all while elsa had been sleeping soundly seeing as she didn’t put off studying for 2 weeks unlike ariel. ariel was just ready to get a solid 80-90 average on all her tests and sleep for a week. grumbling barely audible as she tried to organise all the information stored into her brain.

                         “ do you mind -- ? i seem to be lost.”

     silvered ichor plastered on his face: not yet completely formed to it, yet with the MASK creeping slowly up his neck ( it seals his fate if he lets it continue ). & the liquid metal raises with slim brows as features take in whom the alleged intruder could be. ( they would kill her; snuff her light out ).                          “ you can’t be here. the black guard could be alerted at any second.”      a very human plea - perhaps something that warms his chilled heart a small bit ( he could remain hopeful; lest they snuff this light out as well ).