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[thedineandwine]

A Lovely Oceanfront Cafe

OBLU Xperience Ailafushi introduces a first-of-its-kind wine boutique that transforms social connections in the Maldives. Enjoy carefully curated wines and liquors, sip on artisan coffee, and indulge in delectable sweets while meeting fellow travelers on the charming deck.

[collectaneus]

((I really miss Aoi-mun.))

((Please come back.))

[lonesomedoll]

Imma go with my lucky number on this one: 21 ^^

[♥] Poetry— it wasn’t her thing, to say the least.

Thinking it to be a waste of time to only write out lyrical emotions. Sayaka preferred to sing her words, not keep them constrained to a mere sheet of paper. It was irritating, to say the least, not being in her own element. Leave the writing to Touko, she was much better at it anyhow. Angelic notes and a constant pitch were her skill sets, accompanied by a pretty face — not this strict academia.

Frustration filled her tiny frame, her cheeks dappled with crimson from the sheer force of willpower that it took to get past one line of her assignment. What was with this, anyhow? Haikus she could understand being assigned, but this free verse demon that demanded to be written? It seemed utterly ridiculous, even if she weren’t about to pass up on a halfway decent grade in her class. Still … it was okay to hate it in silence, right? Pressing a clenched fist to her notebook once again, much like the time she’d been a participant in a very similar assignment though under a different muse, Sayaka attempted to let something, anything, really, flow from her pen. It was difficult, that much was certain.

"Why won’t it flow like song writing …?" This was her exasperated sigh after several minutes of extreme writer’s block. When it came time to tour, she had never had so much trouble with coming up with her work, the music all but wrote itself. Then again .. she had been singing the whole time, and in the company of the two girls she’d have done anything for. Maybe that was the deciding factor, just maybe. But one thing was certain — warming up her throat with a few simple melodies might shake off the rust that seemed intent on settling.

Shifting her weight in order to slide off her mattress comfortably, Sayaka crept over discarded skirts and crumpled jackets on her watchful rounds of the room. Though Sonia wasn’t in often, she didn’t want to risk the chance of someone seeing her in such a ridiculous situation. Her shorts were far too revealing,  her top far too tight. To be spotted dancing around in such a get up, singing a song of the cutesiest proportions — it seemed unbearable. Finally settling on not only a song, but one fitting of the cherry, if not slightly ditzy, girl that she looked forward to getting to know. 

Asahina Aoi … who would have known I’d be singing about a near stranger? Shrugging off the thought, Sayaka fumbled for her brush. It had just been on the bed, hadn’t it …? Finally finding the misplaced object, she placed a lone finger on smiling, petal lips. Yes, this was her area of expertise, one that she could do with ease. Maybe a song fitting for the swimmer would inspire a poem — but perhaps that, too, was naive. Oh well. The show must go on, she liked to say.

"Tsukue toka pokettotoka kaban no nakani mone

Itsudatte wasure zuaruyo naniwo eraboukana

Chotto chotto honno chottode shiawase wa umare te

Amai kuuki gafuwafuwa punpun shinakute sumudesho

Candy candy candy candy candy sweetie sweetie girls love

Chewing chewing chewing chewing chewing cutie cutie chewing love

Candy candy candy candy candy sweetie sweetie girls love

Chewing chewing chewing chewing chewing cutie cutie so candy love

Aremo soremo koremo minna suteki mitore taino

Kimi no rikuesuto nante kiiteru hima wanaiwa

Dattedatte onnanoko dashi ima wa taisetsu nano

Amai kuuki ga fuwafuwa punpun shinaku tesumu desho!”

Gasping for air, panting like a dog, Sayaka finished her bout of lyrical inspiration with a burst of power. The choreography had taken a lot out of her, as frail as she already was. leaving the idol desperate for air. Sweat pooled above her brow, all worth the slight crustiness that being locked away from her music had created. Ianthine locks were hard pressed to stay glued to her neck, the perspiration acting as stubborn as any kind of adhesive.

"Gah … that felt so great. I miss doing that with the girls … I really do." A murmur escaped her parted lips, wistful as any rueful tale of a chance for summer love or an opportunity lost forever, something too far beyond your grasp to reach. "But at least I can write this now, I think. Asahina-san … she gets her very own poem." A mirthful giggle ensued, one act of genuine happiness that she’d missed for so long. Finally able to scrawl more than a few words of gibberish, Sayaka channeled her thoughts as if they had rolled of her tongue like honey. Satisfied with her work, she went about readying herself for bed — head still in the clouds and footsteps as light as a feather.

It wasn’t until the next morning that she discovered that her performance was heard by more than just her pillow. Receiving a collection of shocked stares, not daring to peer back with one of her own, it was with a racing heart that Sayaka braved the halls the following morning. Though none of the comments were demeaning in the slightest, being caught of guard in such a way had robbed the idol of her tongue. Feeling a small but strong hand clamp down on her shoulder, the voice accompanying it all to familiar, she almost fainted at the next round of praise. Asahina Aoi herself, naive to the song’s dedication just as the rest, had come to compliment the unintended performance. Ah, what a joke it all seemed. Meeting the smoky hues of the swimmer with a steady, azure gaze, Sayaka gave a nervous titter. Bowing, as customary of all compliments in the etiquette centered society they had been brought up into, one thing came to mind.

"If you thought that was okay, you should see my poetry."

[paragonofluck]

aha ah a im so mad....aoi the azurill will never evolve... is pent 2 hours stuffing her face with donuts and rubbing her tummy ho w are we not best friends

[collectaneus]

delectablesweets replied to your post: delectablesweets replied to your post: pchooo~ ☯...

((SHIT. GODDAMMIT. WOULD IT MAKE AOI LOOK BAD IF CHIHIRO IS THE ONE WHO ENDED UP TELLING KYOUKO??))

((Lets just say that Kyouko is going to flip, and the person who didn't tell her is going to lose more trust.))

[collectaneus]

delectablesweets replied to your post: pchooo~ ☯ ☾

((/sweats. well, aoi is not really lying to kyouko about going out at night with chihiro. she’s just hiding it SO YEAH SHES NOT LYING SHES JUST HIDING IT OHGOD AOI NEEDS TO TELL HER))

((I didn't add it just in case someone else were to ask, but hiding from her is in the same barrel as lying to her. So yeah. 'Fess up!))

[collectaneus]

pchooo~ ☯ ☾

☯: Pet Peeve Headcanon

She hate, hate, hates being lied to. If you lie to her, intentionally or unintentionally, it really angers her. Especially if she knows you’re lying to her (which, well, c’mon). If you continue to try and deceive her, it is only natural for her to stop trusting you and start drifting away.

☾: Sleep Headcanon

As aforementioned, Kyouko gets really cuddly in her sleep. Especially if someone else is with her. She doesn’t do it intentionally, but subconsciously she will snuggle up to whoever she’s with, or just bury her face into the pillow more. It’s almost like a ‘Please don’t leave’ reaction.

[lonesomedoll]

delectablesweets replied to your post: ☾ ☼ ^^

((“nap on cute boys” B] nice~))

[♥] "Guilty ...!"