#aegnite

[borealiis]

@aegnite

when auburn and noel had been called in for some parent-teacher meeting, richard was confused. he was ahead in his workload and had not been behaving any different. the drive home, they revealed nothing to him and instead acted normal and richard felt just a bit on edge. perhaps it was about his concerto piece and nothing more, so he sat in the backseat and looked out the window at new haven as they drove back. when they returned home, richard decided to nap before dinner and the one assignment he had to complete could be left for after dinner.

the nap was not as restful as he wanted it to be. still, he felt restless and tired and wiped at his eyes. his eyes darted to the coin, one he got as a young boy: a gift from his father. a good luck charm. richard rubbed his eyes and sighed--the nightmares were back and getting worse. no good luck charms could change that.

there was a slight knock on the door, and richard looked up at that. he blinked at the door once, twice before he called, “you may enter.” auburn came in and richard remembered, suddenly, about the meeting. perhaps it was not about his concerto. 

[s-extilis]

@aegnite asked for a starter, at her own risk.

      what had the world come to, that he could not even walk down the street without running into auburn. at this point, even adrian wasn’t exactly sure anymore where the urge to pour one of the two cups of coffee he held over here came from, but it was surely there. with a faint grimace, he sighed. ❝ oh, great. there goes my morning. ❝

[armectio-blog]

@aegnite

“have i told you i love you yet today?”

[woesday]

@aegnite wanted a starter.

      at her age, it was not unheard of to collapse- or so she assumed, anyway. there was little to go off of, but if mortals were granted a pass over the age of sixty or so, her own light stumbling and deep breaths would certainly be easy to oversee, too. alas, she did nearly bump into someone in the strees on accident while said unsteadiness took a hold of her. while she regained her composure fairly quickly once more, she wafted a hand apologetically. ❝ i apologise-- how clumsy of me. ❝

[poensoror]

@aegnite

“holy shit, i didn’t recognize you without noel near. how the hell are ya, auburn?” he looked around her, as if looking for him somewhere. “and where is that lovable chunk of man you call a lover?”

[cianbolc]

@aegnite wanted a starter.

       ❝ did you know sigmund freud was afraid of ferns ?                          --serves him right, the guy was a bit of a twat. ❝

[armectio-blog]

we can just lay down and forget it all

@aegnite

noel had been wanting to ask since the moment he and richard got back from barcelona--he knew auburn like he knew the back of his hand. it was hard not too, considering the time they’ve spent together, the time they’ve spend those moments in love. there were as many highs as lows. and while he could waste time asking her why she didn’t tell him while he was away ... noel wasn’t dumb. he knew why the moment he saw the still fading bags under her eyes. she didn’t want to Ruin the trip.

(in his humble opinion, it would not have ruined it at all. shortened it, perhaps, but that was fine. he could have as much fun with richard anywhere and adding auburn to the mix was not so bad, in fact it always made it better.)

but then also, if she was in a low mood---there is normally some reason for it. if not, that was fine too. noel, in the end, just wanted red to be as safe and happy as fate would give them. he wanted to support her the way she supports him. they were married, after all.

“red.” his voice was soft and he smiled at her. he reached out a hand to her, inviting her for one of his favorite pasttimes: cuddling. “would you do me the honor of being a nice cuddle partner while hallmark movies play?”

[bonfiired]

💬

                           "You're too good for this world."

Inneia cheers at the red head, the cat that had been stopped from fleeing her shop quickly scooped up into her arms and pressed against her chest. Charine mewed loudly in protest but Inneia scratched underneath the ginger’s cat chin and grinned at the woman.   ❛ She takes after her namesake, she does. Would have bolted right onto the street if you hadn’t stopped her. ❜