𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

[rowxnmoon]

LOTTIE:

     for such a vibrant, pure spirit, combusting with youth and warmth, lottie had a touch of death. plant after plant, she felt cursed. instead of a green thumb, she had a cursed thumb, and as the queen themselves once said, another one bit the dust. shyly, for once, she entered the moon garden, one of her frequent check-in points. the essence of flowers in the air was enough to turn up the corners of her mouth, a scent she desired in her own home, but usually had to settle for candles over the real thing. rowan appeared, immediately, which startled her. the plant suddenly appeared behind her back, an action she couldn’t recall, but she continued to grin anyway. “ hi, “ her small voice chimed, muffled by the crowded shop. “ oh, just visiting ! saying hello to my friend. “ oh, right. that wasn’t what he asked. “ um … “ slowly, the plant appeared between their two bodies. it was a vibrant begonia, a flower lottie preferred for the aesthetics, and despite offering it ample sunlight, water, and love, it was holding on by a thin thread. “ it happened again. “ her lips turned downwards again, a sigh released through her nose. “ i’m so bad at this, rowan ! i don’t know what to do, “ she whined, ableing herself to not stomp her feet or tear up. 

“well, it’s always so lovely to have you visit,” rowan answered warmly. the other’s answering grin had his lips parting to reveal a sliver of white teeth. his smile unfortunately faded as worry appeared at the reveal of the begonia the younger owned. it was, unfortunately, not something that startled the elder when it came to the other. lottie, unfortunately, had a bit of a black thumb when it came to taking care of plants. this was another situation that revealed her struggle with the hobby. “oh dear,” he murmured, reaching out to carefully take the plant into his hands. his dark eyes studied the begonia with care as he tested the soil. “hm.” rowan shifted the plant to the cradle of one arm before taking the other to comfortingly place a hand between lottie’s shoulder blades. with a gentle amount of pressure, he began to lead her further into the shop and skillfully through the people mulling around. “it’s okay, lottie,” he comforted, leading her into the back room so that the two could talk in a quieter environment. this room was used as storage as well as a workspace and offered a large, lengthy table in its center at which rowan placed the struggling plant. “now, how have you been taking care of it?? perhaps we will be able to figure out what went wrong.”

[rowxnmoon]

XAVIER‌:

✦ * · ˚ “most  people  would  think  i  did  something  like  that  on  PURPOSE  —  it’s  nice  to  see  some  people  aren’t  assuming  things  about  me  just  because  of  how  i  dress.”  xavier  says  with  a   small  chuckle,  nodding  his  head  slightly.  it  was  rare  to  have  someone  not  assume  he  was  just  some  grump.  "it  sounds  like  it  fits  in  really  well  with  the  season,  i’ll  give  you  that.“  the  crimson-haired  male  responds,  though  his  brows  knit  together  ever-so  at  the  other’s  words.  "does  it  happen  to  taste  anything  like  cinnamon  gum  or  that  red  soda  that’s  cinnamon  flavored  ?  i  was  never  a  huge  fan  of  those  growing  up  but  hey,  i  might  love  this,  who  knows.”  there’s  a  rise  &  fall  of  xavier’s  shoulders  in  a  shrug as  he  speaks,  gently  chewing  on  the  inside  of  his  cheek  as  he  listens  to  rowan.  "oh  —  no.  i  don’t  mind.  i  don’t  mind  at  all.  it’s  good  to  have  some  company.“  xav  replies,  grin  dancing  onto  his  features  almost  instantly.  "especially  when  the  weather’s  THIS  nice,  would  be  rude  to  keep  that  all  to  myself.”  he  teases,  glancing  over  that  the  other  before  his  gaze  drops  to  his  hands  which  are  situated  in  his  lap.  "thank  you  —  you  really  don’t  have  to.“  the  male  starts,  pulling  his  gaze  up  to  meet  rowan’s  with  a  small  &  slightly  shy  smile.  "if  they  have  it,  warm  apple  cider.  if  not,  a  hot  chocolate  will  do  just  fine.  would  you  like  me  to  come  in  with  you  ?”

“oh, would they??“ such a thing was surprising to the elder. xavier always proved to be a gentle individual to rowan, regardless of how he chose to dress and present himself. in fact, he found the other’s dress to compliment him quite well, regardless of how it didn’t suit the norm of what people tended to perceive friendly people to wear. “it certainly does, however there’s something in the blend that makes it a comfort year round.” a wistfulness entered his expression, telling of how the type of tea was a favourite of his. “not particularly. in fact, it has a sweetness in the blend. it smells like cinnamon but only offers a bit of a hint in the actual flavour of it.” rowan mused, brows furrowing as he considered how to describe it to the younger male. “i have a feeling it may be worth you trying out,” he rounded out his answer with a bright smile to the other, hoping he would take his advice one day to try it. “if you’re certain,” he seemed to brighten, even with how tired he felt, as his company was welcomed. “oh it most certainly would be. i would be quite disappointed if you chose to hog it,” rowan laughed softly, words going along with the playful comment xavier made. “you’re more than welcome, and i’m certainly aware.” hand going to his pocket, he rummaged around for his wallet before withdraw it to clutch in his hands. “a warm apple cider or a hit chocolate,” he repeated back, acertaining what the other wanted. upon confirmation, the elder gave him a slight shake of his head. “it’ll only take a moment. i’ll be right back,” he answered, lifting the fingers of one hand in a poorly executed wave before he was off to get their drinks.

[rowxnmoon]

ATLAS:

“You don’t know that,” was all Atlas could mumble in return, looking ahead as he continued to lean his head on the other’s shoulder. The alcohol swimming through the younger male’s system was really kicking in, causing him to feel very sleeping and forcing a yawn to spill from his lips. He could barely even show how excited he was that he’d won and got his own way with how positively drained he felt. It did however intensify the flip-flop feeling dancing in his stomach as Rowan brushed some of the long strands of hair away from his face. “Can we sleep now?” Atlas questioned, tilting his head so he could somewhat make eye contact with the blonde with his cheek still resting on his shoulder, not wanting to move unless it was to lay down. 

“i like to believe i’ve grown quite wise over the years,” rowan giggled in response. it was obvious to him that the other was starting to fade fast and the sleepiness he was exhibiting was endearing to the elder. “we can certainly sleep, but you do have to get up. i have to finish making the bed.” the shorter commented, shifting to rise but remaining conscious of the younger’s head. he didn’t want to send him falling down all of a sudden. “plus, you don’t want to fall asleep in your cloths, do you? can i get you a pair of sweatpants or something?” rowan offered, managing to stand by keeping a hand on atlas’ shoulder to keep him from falling sideways. 

[rowxnmoon]

SAINT‌:

         not   entirely   adept   to   kindness   ,   saint   is   taken   aback   by   ro’s   kind   nature   .   so   much   so   that   his   irritated   expression   EASED   into   a   softer   ,   friendlier   one   .   waving   his   free   hand   saint   offered   a   chuckle   as   a   response   .    ❝   total   damper   .   only   on   the   basis   that   they   think   I’M   the   type   of   person   who’d   smoke   .   ❞   he   rolled   his   eyes   at   the   thought   of   it   .   he   took   a   seat   beside   ro   ,   saint’s   eyes   fixated   downward   to   EXAMINE   his   own   attire   that   he   so   carefully   planned   out   in   the   morning   .    ❝   thank   you   ,   i   was   going   for   like   —   a   general   day   look   but   also   like   a   VERY   specific   day   look   .   ❞   he   looked   back   up   at   ro   ,   lips   pursed   after   giving   his   vague   description   .    ❝   you   look   cute   today   too   ,   ro   .   loving   the   look   .   ❞

“i guess it’s simply one of those things people aren’t sure of who partakes in it ??” rowan attempted to sooth, not entirely certain how people chose to classify or deem people as smokers, electronic or not. “aren’t e-cigarettes, unfortunately, considered an ‘in’ thing at the moment ?? perhaps, seeing your stylish look they assumed you fell in like with what they deemed to be a trend,” as he spoke, the elder’s voice took on a worried tone. he truly was worried about how many kids were turning to electronic cigarettes, especially with how much talk was going around bout them. as he was joined, ro shifted, angling himself towards saint with a gentle smile as he listened to the other explain the feel he had for his outfit. “i- i think i understand what you’re going for. you don’t appear dressed for anything in particular, but there is still something striking about your outfit.” the florist mused, head tilting slightly as he voiced this thought. hopefully saint wouldn’t find his deduction too silly. rowan was far from someone with the same kind of fashion sense as the younger. as he received a compliment from the other, a flustered blush rose to his cheeks, colouring them a gentle pink. “oh, well, thank you,” he murmured, looking down at his white t-shirt, the left breast of which had embroidered flowers blooming across the gabric. his fingers played idly with the hem as he looked back towards saint with a shy smile. “that means a lot coming from someone as fashionable as yourself.”

[wnq-writers]

You’re soft, soft like spring flowers and sunsets and the white feathers inside your pillow.

hin-saek  (via xanrps)

[rowxnmoon]

tag dump !!

[rowxnmoon]

SAINT‌:

          with   drink   in   hand   saint   united   with   the   table   .   instead   of   taking   a   seat   he   placed   his   things   down   —   his   expression   is   CERTAINLY   distressed   .    ❝   some   youth   just   asked   me   for   a   juul   .   ❞   saint   admitted   with   DISGUST   laced   in   his   tone   .    ❝   usually   ,   that’d   be   ENOUGH   for   me   to   crawl   back   into   my   safe   space   but   not   enough   people   have   seen   my   outfit   today   .   ❞

as the space on the table across from him was taken up, rowan peek up from his book before direction a blinding smile at saint. a smidge of soft amusement curved his eyes as the other spoke of some youth. “you know, you’re hardly old enough to be calling them youths,” the elder mused, closing his book and placing it off to the side to give the other his full attention. “i understand what you’re saying, however. being asked such a thing would surely put a damper on your day,” rowan soothed, folding his hands in his lap after crossing his legs. at the mention of his outfit, the elder’s eyes flickered down to look at the designer’s choice of clothing before quickly returning to his face. “well, i can certainly see why.” though, ro was hardly an expert when it came to fashion. “your outfit looks lovely today, as per usual.”

[wangtaeil]

의진 (EUIJIN) - “불면증 (insomnia)”

[rowxnmoon]

xavier‌:

✦ * · ˚ there  wasn’t  a  day  in  xavier’s  usual  schedule  that  he  didn’t  feel  TIRED  —  though  he  blames  that  on  his  horrible  sleeping  schedule  &  the  fact  he  overworks  himself.  he  was  constantly  working  on  new  sketches  and  whatnot  for  the  shop.  today  was  thankfully  one  of  the  days  he  didn’t  have  to  stress  out  or  worry  about  anything  other  than  what  he  wanted  to  do.  today  ?  he  was  just  taking  things  slow,  going  at  his  own  pace  instead  of  having  to  worry  about  needing  to  be  somewhere,  needing  to  do  something  for  someone  else.  though  he  doesn’t  really  mind  doing  things  for  people  at  all  —  it’s  one  of  the  things  he’s  actually  good  at.  but  sometimes,  he  does  need  days  for  himself,  days  where  he  doesn’t  has  to  worry  about  any  of  it.  gets  to  enjoy  his  favorite  time  of  the  year  &  just  go  with  the  flow,  enjoy  the  weather  before  it  turns  almost  too  cold  to  be  able  to  do  anything  at  all.  yet  the  smell  that  seems  to  attack  him  left  &  right  is  almost  enough  to  make  xavier  just  want  to  go  home  and  curl  up  on  the  couch  with  his  puppy  &  watch  shows  or  movies.  he  could  make  a  decent  cup  of  hot  chocolate  —  sure  it  had  absolutely  NOTHING  on  anything  he  could  buy  at  the  brew  but  it  had  crossed  his  mind  before  he  finally  decided  that  even  though  he  wanted  to  escape  the  pumpkin  spice  craze,  he  was  craving  a  latte.

xavier  watches  as  the  other’s  steps  slow  down  &  it  begins  to  make  him  wonder  if  he’d  startled  the  other.  which  of  course  instantly  causes  his  brows  to  knit  together  in  slight  concern  because  that  is  NOT   what  he  wanted  to  do  at  all.  "oh  uh  —  sorry.  i  didn’t  mean  to  scare  or  startle  you.“  xavier  explains  gently,  a  soft  smile  starting  to  pull  on  the  edges  of  his  lips.  "you’re  probably  right  there.  i  don’t  know  if  anyone  actually  has  the  ability  to  stop  pumpkin  spice.  especially  considering  there’s  so  many  people  who  seem  to  worship  it.”  he  chuckles  with  a  nod  of  his  head.  "i  don’t  think  i’ve  even  tried  cinnamon  tea.  guess  i  haven’t  really  considered  it  since  i  tend  to  lean  more  towards  chocolate  and  peppermint  flavors  but  i  will  certainly  keep  that  in  mind  for  the  next  time  i  order.“  he  tells  the  other  with  a  shrug  of  his  shoulders,  grin  growing  wider  on  his  features  in  the  process.  "i’m  only  sitting  out  here  to  give  a  silent  protest  on  pumpkin  spice.  i  could  go  sit  inside  but  the  smell  is  pretty  strong  and  the  weather  today  is  far  too  pretty  to  miss out  on.”  xavier  explains  lightly,  cheeks  heating  up  ever-so-slightly.  "are  —  are  you  sure  ?  you  don’t  have  to  at  all.  i’ll  buy  my  own  drink.“

“you’re quite alright,” rowan answered the other’s apology, a soft bloom of pink spreading across the skin of his cheeks a bit embarrassed the other noticed their suprise. linking his fingrers together, ro listened to the other’s words carefully before offering a gentle nod of acknowledgement. “it has become quite the comercialized flavour over the years,” the elder agreed, eyes gleaming with his smile. “i highly recommend it, especially since we’re in autumn now. it doesn’t have caffiene so it’s lovely to have in the evening without having to worry about it keeping you up all night.” as xavier spoke about giving a silent protest, ro couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. “i see. well, i’ll join you in silent protest if you don’t mind,” he murmured. the exhaustion still weighed heavy on his mind, but the mood of the other was slowly easing some of the burden the day had on him. “i’m positive.” xavier’s hesitancy only made the elder want to treat him more. rising from his seat, he glanced towards the doors of the cafe before looking to the other. “what would you like?”

[waldaunikolaj]

[rowxnmoon]

atlas‌:

Atlas nodded at the comment that came from the shorter, yet older man, an almost permanent smile on display across his own lips. This was usual for the younger, but with the alcohol it was much less willing to budge, even with his displeased the other sounded. “I know,” was all he said to both of those protests, because that was exactly the point. To get Rowan to agree to share the bed with him, because it would be much nicer and much more comfortable for the both of them. As he watched the other become deflated Atlas let out a giggle, knowing he was wearing the other down into getting his own way. He wasn’t usually so persistent but he couldn’t stop himself with the chance to sleep with his neighbor. With being a very loose word. “Because I’m right, and you’re wrong. You’re only being polite. We can both share the bed. You won’t get my cooties Ro, I promise,” Atlas breathed out, his own hand rotating to now hold onto the one that was resting on top of his own, leaning over to rest his head on the slightly shorter’s shoulder, nuzzling in.

as his hand became held, rowan puffed out his cheeks. clearly, he was going to have to give in. this was going no where and atlas was, as per usual, quite the stubborn individual. it wasn’t that the idea of sharing a bed with the younger bothered him to the point of refusing, but he was trying to be polite. why the other didn’t want a bed to himself was beyond the elder, but it was clear he was sticking to his guns in regard to them sharing the bed. perhaps, in the end, it would be for the best. no doubt, ro would get a better sleep in his bed. as the younger nuzzled into his shoulder, rowan couldn’t help but release a good natured sigh. “you don’t have cooties, atlas,” he answered, reaching over with his free hand to gently brush the younger’s hair back. “but, fine. you win this round.”

[rowxnmoon]

romeo:

“  what  does  this  mean  again?  ”  the  yellow  &  orange  tinted  petals  of  a  marigold  are  staring  back  at  them,  held  up  carefully  in  between  their  fingers  as  if  it  was  fragile.  the  musician  is  perched  on  top  of  the  counter  of  rowan’s  flower  shop,  fiddling  with  the  stem  of  the  flower  and  bringing  it  up  to  their  nose  every  now  and  then  to  smell  it.  MARIGOLDS  might  be  their  favorite  flower  as  of  now,  although  romeo  changes  their  mind  about  it  rather  frequently  ——  just  last  month  it  was  sunflowers.  they’re  indecisive,  but  that’s  the  beauty  of  it  ;  romeo  gets  many  options  to  explore.  “  was  it  despair?  ”  their  radiant  smile  morphs  into  a  visible  frown  and  romeo’s  gaze  drifts  off  to  meet  rowan’s.  “  how  can  something  so  beautiful  be  so  …  negative?  ”

glancing up from the plant he was watering, ro looked towards his friend who was rather enraptured with the marigold in their hand. instead of answering right away, the elder out of the duo gave them a moment to consider the answer their self before either confirming or denying. “despiar, yes,” he murmured in answer, moving away from the task he’d idly been completing and over to romeo. “however, it is despair and grief often in regards to a loss of a loved one.” his gentle gaze, glanced at the petals of the marigold. it almost was as if they were bleeding from within with how the deep orange bloomed outwards into the yellow edges of the petals. “it is hardly the only meaning the flower offers. marigolds also can mean the warmth of the rising sun as well as creativity and the drive to succeed.” his eyes moved up to the younger’s face as he settled his hip against the counter. “many flowers gain meanings as time progresses and so they often are not solely known for negative meanings.”

[rowxnmoon]

sunny‌:

            she laughed when he did, though her giggle was quite a bit louder than he had been.    “ honestly, me too! I don’t know what it is, but it’s so hard for me to stay clean when i’m at work, and it’s even worse when i’m at home doing art stuff. ”    it wasn’t uncommon for sunny to empathize with a complete stranger, and this conversation was no different.    “ what kind of job do you have? wait — ”    here a hand came up to stop any answer he might have given    “ — let me guess! you’re a… ”    she studied the man across from her, finger tapping lightly against her lips    “ a professor, and you get chalk on you all the time! ”    there was a very good chance she hadn’t gotten it correct, but that wasn’t about to stop her from guessing. as the conversation turned to the book on the table, she nodded in appreciation. sunny had always been interested in other people, in learning about what they liked and what they didn’t, and although she had never gotten into reading ( she’d always been either unable to focus long enough to finish or too busy doing things with family and friends to start ) she could still enjoy listening to people talk about it.    “ ooh, sounds spooky! i’m not much of a reader, to be honest, but a book sounds a lot cleaner and easier to do at a cafe, so i understand why that’s what you chose to bring. ”

“i think it’s easy to forget to be careful of yourself when you get so caught up in a project and making sure you’re careful when crafting it,” rowan mused. at least, that tended to be what he experienced. it was so easy to get caught up in the act of potting and putting together bouquets. “luckily, i don’t work at home so the mess is pretty much kept to my work space.” at her question, he was ready to respond only to immediately seal his lips as she requested to guess. waiting patiently, he wondered if she would get it right, though it didn’t take long to confirm that she did not. he couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at her guess, though it was in no way at her expense. “i’m afraid not. i actually own moon gardens. the flower shop down the street,” he answered, eyes turning to crescents as his smile brightened at the mention of his job. the shift to his book had ro listening to her thoughtfully, eyes flickering to her canvas. “it’s one of my favourite things to do,” he admitted, returning his attention to her face. “however, i spend a lot of time at work so i often bring one with me to give myself a break.”

[rowxnmoon]

devon‌:

their eyes lingered on the family before shifting over to the man beside them, considering.  ‘ i think that’s exactly what that means, ’  they say half seriously.  ‘ at least – i don’t know – give it a muzzle or something. ’

“i can understand why you would think so,” rowan responded lightly, smile soft as he watched the family. “it must be difficult for them, i think. parents are often belittled by the public if their child misbehaves and how they’ve chosen to respond to them. i’ve had customers apologize countlessly for fits that their children have thrown in the shop and they never stop being surprised when i assure them it’s not trouble.” he turned his gentle gaze to the individual at his side. “why do you think that is??” his question was, for all intents and purposes, phrased in a way that it could be taken as rhetorical or poised for an answer.

[rowxnmoon]

atlas song‌:

At the sound that was emitted from the slightly shorter man’s lips, Atlas couldn’t help but giggle, amused that the lightness of his steps that had accidentally caused him to sneak up on Rowan. Soon followed by the other falling onto the bed behind them. God he was so fucking cute, and Atlas had no idea how he was still single when he was like this. Shaking his head, the younger soon moved to join him on the bed, sitting beside the other man and letting his hand rest on his knee. With the alcohol in his system Atlas’ eyes were almost intense, fixated and intent on keeping eye contact. “No, it’s your bed. I’m either gonna sleep on you on the couch, or you’re gonna sleep next to me in your bed. And maybe cuddle. I can’t promise I won’t cuddle you when I’m asleep.” As much as this wasn’t exactly what Atlas had in mind when he thought about sleeping with Rowan, the thought of going to bed and going to sleep right now was a very welcome one.

with a gust of air, rowan puffed out his cheeks as his sleepy gaze met the darker ones of the younger. atlas was being ridiculous, as far as he was concerned. he couldn’t just let rowan be a good host, could he?? no, he had to go and refuse to take his bed. “you’d squash me,” the elder pointed out, gesturing between the two of them. not only was atlas those few inches taller but he was also broader and more built than him. that wasn’t to say ro didn’t have muscle. he lifted bags of soil and big potted plants most of the day, thank you very much!! their builds were just significantly different, that’s all. “sleeping on the couch on me wouldn’t be comfortable for you, either.” he was, at this point, only half trying to change the other’s mind. the other half of him was just being petulant. his lips parted, one hand shifting to cover atlas’ on his knee. he was prepared to go on. was wracking his hazy brain for a polite way to tell his neighbour to ‘please just stop arguing i want to sleep just listen to me please’. his tired gaze searched the younger’s face, as though the answers to his argument lay upon the smooth cheeks and strong jaw. obviously, his face didn’t tell him anything and the elder visibly deflated. “why won’t you just listen to me??”

[rowxnmoon]

xavier lee‌:

✦ * · ˚ NIGHTS  LIKE  THESE  are  when  xavier  seems  to  thrive,  the  air  slightly  chilly  and  the  faint  sound  of  leaves  crunching  under  his  feet.  fall  was  his  favorite  season,  after  all.  so  right  now?  he  was  practically  in  heaven.  there  was  ONE  bad  thing  about  the  season,  though  —  pumpkin  spice.  it  takes  over  everything  &  assaults  his  senses  left  &  right,  unable  to  get  AWAY  from  it  for  a  few  months  before  peppermint  takes  it’s  place.  his  favorite  place  to  go  wasn’t  free  of  it  either,  the  deja  brew  smelling  like  spices  &  everything  he  doesn’t  care  for,  hence  the  reason  he’s  sitting  outside,  trying  to  avoid  it  ever-so-slightly.  however,  when  he  sees  someone  he  knows,  he’s  quick  to  motion  them  over  to  his  little  table,  kicking  the  chair  out  for  them.  "save  me  from  the  hell  that  is  pumpkin  spice,  please.  i’ll  do  whatever  you  want  just  make  it  STOP.“  he  starts,  chuckling  lightly  as  he  pats  the  seat  next  to  him.  "i  love  fall  but  honestly  —  why  are  people  so  obsessed  with  that  stuff  that  it’s  taken  over  the  entire  universe??”  xavier  continues  with  a  slight  scoff.  "sit,  i’ll  buy  your  drink…  if  you  promise  me  you  won’t  order  pumpkin  spice  just  to  spite  me.“

it had been an incredibly long day for him. an early morning. a late and stressful night. like most jobs, there were bound to be days where things didn’t go quite as planned or customers turned out to be quite difficult to please. luckily those often were far and few inbetween., yet being the owner of the business added a completely different layer of stress on top of working in it practically everyday ( except tuesday, of course, which remained saved for his nan ). today was a day where ownership and floor duties both landed heavy on his shoulders. he managed through it. he has been for years and one day wasn’t going to beat the years of experience he had. still, he could feel the anxiety underneath his skin. that aftermath of uncomfortable tingling that always started as soon as he locked up for the day. as soon as his time became his time and not the shops time. it was like a flip of a switch and suddenly his gentle being couldn’t handle it anymore. he needed comfort. comfort that, on any other day, would come from the gardens in the shops back area. so, he decided to try for familiarity. instead of going home, rowan went down the street to the deja brew. what he didn’t expect was the familiar figure outside. his steps slowed with his surprise, which turned to hesitation for a moment. he was certain he wouldn’t be any good company to the other. still, the beckoning motion pulled him forward none the less, not one to ignore someone. a little smile was already curling at his lips before he reached xavier’s side, eyes flickering to the chair in surprise ( he was too tired to physically jump, apparently ) as it moved. his attention quickly returned to the young man as he began to speak, though. as he did, the smile on ro’s face widened a bit more before he took a gentle seat beside him. “i don’t think i have the ability to stop pumpkin spice,“ he murmured, cheeks puffing up with his smile as he settled his hands into his lap. “it’s not my favourite, i much prefer a cinnamon tea, but i’m afraid i don’t abhor it like you seem to.” his eyes shifted to his hands for a moment, stretching out his aching fingers before the younger’s offer fell on his ears. “oh no, you don’t have to do that. i appreciate your offer, but it’s really just a tea. in fact, i’ll buy your drink. you’re sitting out hear because the spice is so strong inside, right? just tell me what you’d like.”

[rowxnmoon]

atlas song‌:

Atlas moved around to tuck his feet under his butt where he was sitting on the couch after a few moments, somewhat circling in on himself as he watched his neighbor move through his very meticulous apartment. That was, until he announced that he would be sleeping on the couch, and suddenly disappeared down the hallway to where Atlas assumed his bedroom would be. He felt a little guilty taking the man’s bed from him, a small pout making it’s was across his lips even though the other couldn’t see it. Not only did he feel guilty because, well it’s his bed, but he would have much rathered another kind of sleeping arrangement between the two of them. 

Barely any time passed before Atlas couldn’t help himself, getting to his feet and swaying just a little as he tried to regain his balance again, the alcohol having settled in his system by now. His feet padded gently against the floors as he cautiously made his way down the hall to where he saw the male’s back facing him, not realizing he was practically tiptoeing. “You don’t have to do that, you know,” he spoke when he was likely a little too close, noting a small startle to the man as he appeared behind him, barely two feet away. “If you’re choosing to sleep on the couch then I will, too. I don’t want to take your bed from you.” 

the process of making his bed was something he surprisingly enjoyed. a clean and made bed always caused the room to look much more organized than a messy one. he managed to strip the bed, placing the sheets in his laundry basket, and get out a fresh set within a fair amount of time. making a bed by oneself could be time consuming, but it was necessary in the moment since he was setting atlas up in it. getting one side of the mattress sheet done, rowan was about to turn and make his way around the bed only for a voice to appear behind him first. it, of course, startled him and caused him to whirl around in with a short squeak.

his gaze, because unfortunately he was a few inches shorter than the other, was met with broad shoulders, collarbones and a strong neck. embarrassmenet flooded through his system at being caught off guard. his cheeks flushed as he immediately jerked a little back to create more room, though it was a bit difficult to do with the bed on his other side throwing him off balance. luckily though, even though he lost balance, he only landed on the end of the bed. it made him go even more red and silently wish a hole could swallow him up. it was lucky enough that his somewhat tipsy brain latched onto what the younger was saying and distracted him away from his embarrassmenet. “ the couch is much too small for you to sleep on !! “ rowan immediately rejected, lips pursing as his brows furrowed. “ plus, you’re my guest so why shouldn’t you get the bed ?? i’ve slept on my couch before, it’s perfectly comfortable for me. “