systematic.

ayame. aya for short. gryf. 7th. 17 yo.

[ajaxds-deactivated20151120]

spinning into gold | w. noah

[dsnoah]

ajaxsdx:

Just as any typical Sunday evening, AJ was holed up in the Arts Building having already comfortably claimed one of the smaller studio rooms to himself earlier in the day. Seated before the pottery wheel, AJ’s hands were covered completely in clay as he shuffled closer to continue molding the mound of clay before him. As the wheel continued to spin, he began to shape the mound into the beginnings of what appeared to be a vase. The headphones in his ears were blasting music and AJ’s head was bobbing off and on to the beat as he hummed under his breath in total relaxation.

His siblings liked to joke that he was a bit of a loner, but it was moments like this that AJ was able to let his guard down. There was nothing quite like getting your hands dirty to watch as something formed before you while doing it. Lifting his hands gently, he ran them up the sides of the forming vase before carefully beginning to form the lip of the vase. Pulling back, he found his stomach grumbling at him angrily in hunger. Lifting his eyes up to the nearest clock, he was surprised to find it already late evening. Pushing himself away from the wheel, AJ made his way over to the sink where he carefully tried to wash away all of the clay that had built up on his arms and hands. Once he was satisfied with removing majority of the clay, he dried his hands off and tossed the towel back on the counter.

Collapsing at the wheel once more, he grabbed his phone out of his back pocket and sent off a quick text to his roommate and best friend, Noah.

[Fitzy ◇] Hey did you eat? [Fitzy ◇] If not, want to grab a bite with me? My treat!

the surrounding air is nothing short of warm, kisses his cheeks and sings sweet melodies of solace past his ears; inviting all to come revel in its loving embrace. palms dig into soil as he reclines back, feet wading in impossibly clear water, however despite the paradise easing his shoulders, a vital component was missing. lips pout and twist in thought, carefully trying to unravel what factor he’d been subconsciously desiring. it isn’t until he peers upward, eyes met with another’s, their legs immersed and leisurely wandering about the lake, does he realize; such an oasis wasn’t to be experienced alone. so do his lips curve and grin thusly, feet splashing about waters to soak the other– 

he awakens upon hearing a bell chime, his cellphone buzzing just beneath his pillow; the peace nothing but another dream.

the male sits up and rubs bleary eyes, conscious thoughts hazy amid the drowsiness still weighing his muscles. feet shuffle to kick covers away, gaze wandering about the dorm - in search for his roommate. brows raise whilst a hand reaches for his cellphone, gaze squinting upon the lit screen and–

speak of the devil. his signature smile arises, inevitable and obviously pleased.

[ send » AJ ] not yet [ send » AJ ] i was napping :// [ send » AJ ] but if you’re offering, i can’t refuse, right? :~) [ send » AJ ] i’ll come to you?

arms stretch, yawn escapes, sweatshirt is tugged over his head; hands check pockets thrice for wallet and keys before departing their room, stomach whining for substance. briskly legs pace across campus and carefully enter the arts building once arrived, hoping to leave the home of creation uninterrupted; quietly padding down its corridors, glancing in its various rooms. the blonde bites his lip, certain he’d pass the other already – and there goes an atrocious growl from his stomach. features wince, ready to give up and just request the other meet him outside– the idea only to be halted by a single glimpse of a familiar male outside a rooms door. his smile appears yet again.

[ send » AJ ] i see you [ send » AJ ] the back of your head looks nice

[dsnoah]

dsizotiz:

❄❅❆ It wasn’t a surprise to anyone that Iz had an inherent love for colder weather. It was in her veins as the daughter of the ice queen herself; she waited eagerly for the first snowfall of the year, which was one of her favourite days. Everything looked so tranquil and beautiful draped in white snowflakes.

It wasn’t snowing yet, but Iz could feel it in the air, which was chillier every day. She often sat outside on breaks; the cold didn’t bother her, and that trait came from her mother. But she knew not everyone could tolerate it like she could, and that was evident when she glanced over and noticed the other shaking. “You should go inside. You look like you’re freezing to death.”

here it comes- “Achoo!” yet another sneeze disrupts the male’s peace, eyes watering as shoulders shudder, guitar strap threatening to slip away from it’s nestled home upon his shoulder; however evident the symptoms were, the blond adamantly refused to acknowledge the likely possibility that he’d been struck with sickness. though days often spent consistently napping, remaining in bed with a cold didn’t appeal to him; it didn’t appeal to anybody, he was certain.

eyes marvel before the varied hues of orange and yellow and red, fingers curling into pockets, nose wrinkling in preparation for another sneeze; previously serene winds sinking their teeth into his skin. he shivers thusly, hands further burrowing into cardigan pockets, attempting to find warmth within himself - the soprano that saunters from his right does the trick. lips curve slightly;

“Maybe, but a little cool air doesn’t hurt. I’ll live.”

“Though if you’re that concerned, you’re more than welcome to warm me up.” his smile broadens. “Kidding. You seem to be enjoying yourself, though. What’re you doing out here? Awaiting Winter’s arrival already?”

[dsnoah]

dsursina:

dsnoah

❝ ○ ○ ○ – DARK AND DEEP, her eyes are pools beguiling, twin forces damning if desire dictated thus.  today,  the latter power draws daggers from her glare, those which are  fixed intensely on a particular tall, blond stranger; one whose clumsiness had not only resulted in the cecaelian child almost being pelted in the face by a soccer ball, but the drink in her grasp being tossed aside, remnants seeping into the dirt and her sleeve.

rage licks at the tips of her finger tips, scalding.  

Enveloped in melody, attention solely concentrated upon practiced maneuvers and strategy; the universe nothing but static. Miscalculated, a kick far too harsh than anticipated, the ball flying from his proximity and – oops. Legs are running to aid in an instant, apologies spilling at profuse speed; slightly intimidated by unyielding eyes. Caution do his instincts warn, conscience hissing words of retreat though he draws in. Genuine concern molding features, another apology tumbling from lips. “I’m so sorry..”

A question he likely already knew the response to, though he presses;

“You alright?”

[dsnoah]

"You can hold my hand if you need to.”

[ prompts x ]

Darkness consumes what once was tranquil and warm, theventure to slumber twisting into cold-blooded fear; senses nearly convincedthat such evils were reality. 

Once awakened he trembles, heart palpitations ringingeardrums, adrenaline threatening to suffocate; tears stinging his eyes. Palmspressing against dampened eyelids and he’s whimpering, voice hoarse as itreaches and begs for solace. He moves, frantic and fearful because he had to confirmthat the nightmare was just a nightmare – that his best friend was soundlysleeping away, peaceful and safe.

Surprise is evident in his being when his gaze is alreadymet with the other’s.

“Sorry, I just…” The chuckle that spills is dry – shaken. Heneed not hide from his roommate, the one that’d become a necessity to his life,yet he hesitates. Should he speak may the darkness return, mercilessly tearingaway his picture of peace, swallowing all he held dear whole, assuring that asimple nightmare become real.

“Didn’t mean to wake you, I–”

“You can hold my hand if you need to.”

Breath stills, a minute passes… And he concedes. Legs shifting away from blankets and soon he’s pacing across their room, stopping just beforethe other male’s bed; kneeling beside his covers and carefully cradling hishand. AJ wasn’t fragile, not an illusion, though the blond continues totremble; the night terror permanently seared into memory.

His head finds refuge upon his friends leg, still kneelingbeside his mattress; still clutching his hand.

“Thank you.”

[dsnoah]

“Ooh, I think my bunny slippers just ran for cover.”

[ prompts x ]

a frown contorts features, disappointment evident in the male’s eyes; practically exuding the aura of a saddened child. though, despite apparent scorn, such words weren’t unwarranted. sneaking behind her two minutes prior, tongue bitten, steps hushed — presence then suddenly made know after careful calculation, fingers gripping delicate shoulders for the briefest of moments while a ‘boo!’ sounded in baritone, hoping to surprise the female—

which clearly failed. lips spread into a grin anywhow ;

“ I guess I’m just gonna have to try harder next time, hm? ”

[dsnoah]

“I betcha you would have done the same.”

[ prompts x ]

“ Probably.” 

admittedly, the feat was fairly impressive; however, the chaos that accompanied it was entirely unnecessary. grip tightens upon the guitar slung over his shoulder, thankful no harm came to his one true love. she saved his precious instrument, and for that, he was forever in debt. 

“ But maybe with a bit more… Finesse? ”

[dsnoah]

“You smell like butt.”

[ prompts x ]

gaze shoots to the female before him; breath labored, forehead damp with sweat. her voice was clear, cutting through the air, volume louder than the melodies ringing in his ears; a hand plucks out an ear bud, the sounds of nature rushing to his ears and he almost glares at her. he’d been jogging about, attempting to remain fit, of course he smelled like butt - er, well, of course his scent was rather musky. lips purse, though their corners rise ever so slightly;

it was hard not to be amused.

“ And you’d know the smell of butt better than anyone, wouldn’t you? ”

[dsnoah]

“No one needs to know.”

[ prompts x ]

perhaps she was right - immediate threat wasn’t present, the happening occurred by accident, although… guilt began to weigh his shoulders, conscience suffocating, begging for words to be released. shattered pieces and jagged edges glower at him, the once marvelously painted vase nothing but a sorrowful mess. it happens, he rationalizes; plenty of vases milling about the academy, one less would hardly make a difference. nobody would even notice and yet–

“ We should tell someone. ” 

gaze crestfallen; mourning the demise of art.

“ It’s not like you’ll get into trouble or anything - It was an accident, right? ”

[dsnoah]

“Do you think i’m crazy?”

[ prompts x ]

breath catches; uncertainty evident in his eyes, apprehension overtaking stumbling syllables. no, the answer was no; he was positive. yet he hesitates, unsure how to approach such a question, afraid the wrong words would slip; that he’d harm the female. he hardly knew her (a fact he’d like to change, ahem) – would his reply even be viable?

simple; soft.

“ No – far from it. ”

[dsnoah]

"You can hold my hand if you need to."

[ prompts x ]

chokes - such an offer was unexpected, surprise inevitable as such; was he shaking? naturally, shock would arise upon initial impact - the spider web unseen, the male inattentive of the happenings around him and, of course, legs carry him straight through it; muscles quick to respond with a jolt, eyes wide- maybe the posed inquiry wasn’t so strange after all. “ I’m good, thanks. ”

lips curve, chuckles ringing amused.

“ Can I keep that offer on hold though? Put it on layaway for a bit? ”