#winterjae

" please, i barely even touched you. "

➤ winterjae​ ( calming starter sentences ) - ( status: not accepting )

“ You don't have to be alone.” 

Her cheeks are naturally coated in a light shade of pink when the wind caresses them gradually slow. A faint taste of nicotine on the surface of her tongue. The last string of smoke fades into the air and her eyes come to a close, the silence was interrupted with the sound of a familiar voice of someone she knows. He found Hana unexpectedly when roaming around the streets after dinner, wanting to be alone for a little longer. Though there’s no complaints about his presence, basking in what she’ll have until they part ways. 

❝And if it was my choice?❞ Technically there’s plenty of reasons why she prefers to be alone. And for him to take note of it and inform her otherwise, it’s something that made the young female think steadily about the idea. How this was a choice of hers and a thin line of it becoming a fate as well. 

Dainty palms grazed along her visage, concealing her features from anyone who places an eye on her. Hana lets out a sigh of defeat, this topic would bring up memories that should be tucked away in the darkness to be forgotten. Disliking the way it drives her practically insane when thinking about how life would have been if she was lonely instead of having what she gained now. How saddening would that have been? A complete disaster. 

It wasn’t a surprise to find her in his cafe so often. She could be considered a regular, but she did enjoy the one back at her apartment more because it was closer and more convenient. However, Harumi did not mind making the trip there every now and then.The atavist enjoyed his presence and the calm and soothing ambiance that emitted from the cafe even more. It was nice to meet up with someone once in awhile, taking a break from her studies. Taking light, small footsteps into the cafe, she stopped in front as her eyes darted to look for the man. Her hands rose up upon seeing him ( trying to call him over ) and looked at he was wearing, making an awfully disgusted face ( but he couldn’t see that with his back facing her ). 

                               “I don’t want you to embarrass yourself any                                                       longer, but that shirt looks horrible on you.”

:: symbol meme – would you ship our muses? ;:: ❤ – ships them romantically ;:: ♀ – ships them sexually ;:: ツ – ships them platonically ;

“– just be quiet.” his head was ringing – there was some alcohol in his system and he wasn’t thinking straight. everything seemed to be coming back to him and he needed to get away. but he couldn’t be ALONE. not right now. he pressed down on the gas pedal and zoomed down the street, taking a hard right at the next turn. and then they drove for a while longer. when they came to a rest area, he pulls into the parking lot and then finally brings the vehicle to an abrupt stop. he sits there in silence. the sounds of the night take over before he’s finally able to speak again. “– i need you to stay with me.”

:: symbol meme - nonsexual acts of intimacy ;:: ♡ – accidentally falling asleep together ;:: status: not accepting ;:: to ( -- winterjae ) ;

Annabelle wasn’t sure if she was just too exhausted or if the movie they had picked was simply too boring. One way or another, she felt tiredness slowly sinking into skin and bones, driving her mind into a slow, lazy state. A soft yawn pushed past red-painted lips and she glanced at the male comfortably set up by her side on the couch, his lids fluttering closed and opening again a second later. “You should sleep, mh.” There was a tint of concern printed in her voice.

The brunette was the type to care about others and not give a single fuck to herself – that, or she was too selfish to even think about anyone else. She didn’t know greys. Her life was made black and white, light and darkness, good and bad. If she wasn’t happy, with a bright smile adorning her features, she was sad, with tears streaming down her cheeks. Annabelle was a walking paradox and she knew it well.

“Says the girl that just yawned…” Jace replied in a slightly husky tone, words coming out in a sloppy fashion from the back of his throat and only working to earn a huff and a grin from the sleepy French girl. Both needed rest, it was obvious, but Annabelle was determined not to be the first one to fall asleep. No, it wasn’t a competition, but she thought it would be more fun if she treated the situation as such, forcing herself to keep hazel eyes wide open. 

                            ( – or try to – )

it wasn’t particularly late; in fact, it was rather early, judging from the dim light escaping the dust covering the small windows of the isolated cafe. and yet there she was, her messy sandy blonde hair falling across her features as she leaned on the table, resting her chin on her palm, her slender fingers along her jawline.

a silent mumble escaped her lips. she had been working 3 days straight, as resting hadn’t really seemed particularly necessary just yet, considering the amount of work she still needed to do. even so, she considered sleeping for a couple hours, for the sole purpose of delaying her unavoidable fate, as she’d need to eventually exit her most adored laptop and find herself some nutrients until some boisterous people, eventually finds their way inside the cafe.

                                 “ Ah— such a nuisance. “