#gmxeclipse

[gmxjubilee-blog]

"Hurry! Run!"

{ ` ∗ she doesn’t run — but stops completely, because the prepubescent boy sounding voice definitely wasn’t any one she knew so why in the world would she avoid for their convenience? if anything, jubilee takes it a step further when she sticks out her foot, a wicked grin cracking along soft features when the boy trips and the container of—whatever the fuck that is—slips from his grasp and falls—right into the broad backside of the unfortunate collateral damage of a man standing near them. } …amateurs.

[gmxbugs]

"Uh ... I think I'm lost ..."

{ ° — scratches her cheek, rolling her eyes } i hate to be the one to break this to you, but that’s sort of the point of corn mazes.  { ° — looks up at the male } unless you mean you’ve lost the group your with— { ° — she can’t add that this would be even more pathetic than his previous transgression, for she’s in the same situation } 

[gmxminah-blog]

Little Dreams

           It's just before three when Minah steps into a homely looking cafe. It's not one she's visited before but after having purchased her drink of choice--a good old hot chocolate--and experiencing the most wonderful customer service she decides that it wouldn't be such a bad idea to visit again, though probably during a day where she's got a little more free time. On a day where she didn't have to rush back to the institutes Library. Then again, Minah never did rush--not really.            When she steps out of the Cafe, she's reminded of just how cold it really is outside, and she inwardly curses herself for not having worn more, because damn, shorts and a jumper just didn't cut it. Well, at least she had the warm of her hot chocolate emanating between her palms, though seeing those around her with scarves and full length clothes left her feeling a little sour, but she was sure, that once she was back in the warm of the institute that the feeling would pass--at least she hoped so.             There's a shrill ringing of a phone that easily wins over the quiet hubbub of the streets, and it takes Minah less than a second to recognize where it was coming from--her own cell phone, tucked neatly into the pocket of her shorts. "Great--" she huffs, glancing down in order to un-do the stickle-zip. Though, that may have just been the worst decision she'd made all day, because as soon as she pries it open and slips her fingers in to grab the device she feels herself collide against another.               At first she doesn't look up--she's too busy trying to brush away the hot liquid that had quickly been absorbed by her jumper, burning her skin beneath so much so that she lets out a small yelp and a quiet string of profanities before she finally glares over at who she had bumped into. "What the fuck--" she can't help herself, she's just lost her drink, and her dignity. It takes a few moments, before she's able to recognize a once familiar face, and she's conflicted, because at that moment she doesn't know whether she should continue to be angry, or allow herself to fill with love, because she's 99.9% sure the man she's just bumped into is none other than Lee Hongbin.