✧ ࿐ ࿔ · koocandy
✧･ﾟ maverick carefully takes the pen from her fingers, eyebrows already raised in surprise. it’s not like he was a pen connoisseur, more he very much enjoyed steadiness and seeing the way she wrote had encapsulated him momentarily. a small smile grows on his lips as he catches sight of the character on the nib. it must have taken someone a while to engrave it. or in the more likely case, it was machine engraved which somehow didn’t take away from the delicacy. “it’s really cool.” he replies, eyes glancing up at hers. “do you write often?” he asks, casually. “i mean, i say that because… you wouldn’t have a pen like this if you weren’t a writer.”
𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 examine the pen , leaving angela to feel almost silly for making a big deal out of something so small . still , the guy didn’t seem to mind — after all he was the one who brought up her pen in the first place . perhaps she was just overthinking , much like she always did . ❛ glad you agree , ❜ she tells him with a nod and a smile . ❛ i ... sometimes , yes . when i feel a burst of inspiration or when i need an outlet for my feelings , that’s when i do my best writing . then i go over it again later to make sure it makes sense , ❜ a chuckle . angela had little trouble understanding her own feelings , her own thoughts , but that didn’t mean other people would . then again , she’d hate for her poetry and writing to be so blatantly obvious it became boring . ❛ here , ❜ looking up at the man , she scooted over a bit to make room for him on the bench . ❛ i haven’t actually published anything yet , if that’s what you’re wondering ... but i’m in the process of . um , do you read ? ❜
