Leona rolled his eyes and shook your shoulder again, “Get up. You need to eat something. Your prayer is in twenty minutes,” he said. While you slept, waiting for suhoor, he was up, book held over his head, lamp on. He had been reading, unable to sleep, while you sprawled yourself across his big pillow, cuddling it.
You muttered some curses before sitting up, looking like a mess from all the tossing and turning you did. Fasting always had an odd effect on your sleeping. Since you ate at sunset, it was harder to sleep when the moon came up, but at the same time, you were exhausted from the lack of sleep from the previous nights. At least you could sleep after Fajr.
A smug smile pulled at his lips when you glared at him, “Morning, gorgeous.”
You weakly tossed a throw pillow at him, and he blocked it with his tome, “You’re so annoying.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, setting the book down. He threw his legs off the side of his bed, slipping on his indoor sandals. He walked over to your side and tugged you out of bed, “I had Ruggie bring you something lighter.”
“Good,” you replied.
The first night of Ramadan, he had ordered you quite a large meal. He had been blinded by a want to give you the best. Afterwards, you felt more sluggish, and you woke up feeling gross at noon. Now, he made sure you had some dates, fruits, and a few crackers to eat instead. Also, plenty of water. Whenever you were fasting, he always made sure you were drinking water to break your fast.
He walked you over to the balcony, where there were two cushions and a tray with all your little snacks. He sat down beside you, watching as you ate under the dorm’s moonlight. You looked sweet like this, tired and eating slowly, with the moon’s rays shining against your skin. Your undereyes appeared darker, and your clothes were all crumpled. To call them yours would be an overstatement, as he recognized those shorts as his own. He never complained when you took things, though. What was his was yours, and what was yours was his.
“Drink some water,” he said.
You smiled, “I will, I will. You're like a mother hen.”
Leona rolled his eyes a second time in the five minutes you had been awake, “If I didn’t remind you, you’d forget.” He was starting to feel sleepy, too. In fifteen minutes, you would go wash yourself and pray, and then snuggle up against him. His arms would encircle you, and one of his hands would rest on your head, where you would get to smell the scent of sweet yellow book pages. As you ate now, he could not help the spark of anticipation in his chest.
THINGS I LIKE, THAT I THINK THEY'D LIKE!! part three.
💞 — in which i pick from the things i like about people in my life, and decide they would like it too.
💞 — featuring; silver vanrouge, kalim al-asim, idia shroud, floyd leech, rook hunt, ortho shroud!!
💞 — gender neutral reader. 100-120 words each. warnings: none.
💞 — part one. part two. part three. part four. staff ver.
🩷 — Plump lips!
SILVER VANROUGE.
Silver found it very easy to get lost, staring at your mouth while you talked about anything. Your lips were just so... full. and plush. They looked like pillows, and that usually led him to think about resting his eyes. Sometimes he felt as if it was wrong to be so entranced by your lips, and so he would look away swiftly if he felt he stared too much. Unfortunately, that would catch your attention, causing you to pout in confusion, tilting your head so sweetly as you asked what had him acting so odd. He is a complete goner when you start trying out lip glosses and lipsticks.
🩷 — Raspy voice!
KALIM AL ASIM.
There was something undeniably enchanting about your voice. Your voice had this raspiness to it, especially as you finished phrases or when you would say a certain sequence of letters. It makes Kalim's heart race just listening to it. One night, you were at his dorm for a sleepover, and your voice was even more alluring in the morning, softer and lower. He felt like a siren was calling to him sometimes, but you could never really see how enamored he was since he acted the way he always did around you. One day, he hoped you would use that siren's song to say his name with affection.
🩷 — Snarkyness!
IDIA SHROUD.
Idia has his arrogant moments where his smugness slipped out, bursting like the flames on his head, but you were even worse. Sometimes, he held back and just muttered to himself, but you put it all on display. You brought out the worst in him. You met him head-on when he said something in his sarcastic tone, as if deeming himself above all the normies. It caught him off guard at first, but then he kept going. Before he knew it, his heart was racing, and his hair was flickering in orange and red. Why the hell was he blushing right now? When he went back to his dorm that night, all he could think about was how hot you looked, arguing back.
🩷 — Talking with your hands!
FLOYD LEECH.
There is something so cutesy about you talking with your hands, especially when you are angry. Floyd liked to upset you so that he could watch your hands wave and gesture while scolding him. He just laughed and then swooned while watching you go off. One day, when you were explaining some situation, he watched as you described the event, completely animated. He could not help himself, reaching over to grab your forearms, to stop your hand movements. You froze, looking a bit scared, but also intrigued. His sharp teeth were on full display as he grinned, urging you to keep talking, curious to see if your hands would try to move in his grasp.
🩷 — Scars!
ROOK HUNT.
Rook loves a scar. Whether they are from acne on your face and body or long scars from wounds, he is very interested. He noticed that you had clusters of spotted scars on your shins and calves, likely from bug bites. It seemed even the critters found you to be delicious. He often wrote in his journal about how nice it would be when he finally captured your heart and would be allowed to brush his fingers along the scars on your body. The same went for your stretch marks, from growth spurts and weight shifts. He dreamed about the grooves being under his fingers one day.
🩷 — Overpreparedness!
ORTHO SHROUD. (platonic!)
You sometimes acted like a parent, with a bag of never-ending things to meet everyone's needs. Now, Ortho no longer had the flesh of a human boy, which meant your sunscreen, lotions, bandages, and so on did nothing for him. However, after you became closer to him, you began to carry more things for him, even though he told you would not need them since he was built to handle whatever came by. Still, he felt taken care of when he realized you carried now a screwdriver, portable charger, and rust-relieving sprays. You never took them out of your kit, even when they did not become useful.