#lebrexu

[glacialhero-blog]

@lebrexu

                                   “ You could try to look kinda, y’know, less miserable, ” he suggests humorously after catching a  g l i m p s e  of his friend at his side. Her shoulders are practically caving in on herself, rigid & uncomfortable as they  t r u d g e  through the light dusting of snow that appears to cover every rooftop & pathway in town. Snow beams, tilting his head  b a c k, happily allowing the soft flakes to land on his grinning lips. “ C’mon, a ‘lil flurry never hurt anyone! ”

[lazuliss]

★. ( @lebrexu ) — cont.

         ❛   Let’s just say I had a little bit of extra time on my hands.   ❜

          a play on the assumption. what a sad little life to be excited by the mundane; but is he so far off ? chores were seen in an alternate light, reimagined — his motivation was driven by proclivities to help rather than some innate calling. few people were attracted to the sense of accomplishment inspired after cleaning up a mess, particularly those not of their own doing. knowing her days had been long and laborious, peppered with tedium and customers with demands, he found it best to spend those spare hours providing some company. parties were fun, sure, but less so when you were responsible for the chaos the crowd had stirred. who knew people could leave such a pigsty in their wake ? he’d already counted a dozen pairs of glassware at the entrance alone. what he could reasonably collect is carried into the kitchen, where a stream of warm water is drawn, the acidic notes of lemon borne on its suds waft from the basin.

         ❛   you’re always stuck with the grunt work. how’d that happen ?    ❜

          while delivered in a joking tone, there’s the smallest hint of concern. The others always found themselves caught up in other obligations whenever the faintest mention of chores flitted into the conversation.

[argentumly]

ok i've told u this a million times but i adore your prompto. he makes me laugh, he makes me cry, and sometimes he genuinely makes me want to adopt him. never stop doing what your doing love <3 your spunk and energy shines through. i mean i don't think we've ever SERIOUSLY plotted out a thread before?? lmao but every reply is a joy to read because of your spontaneity, creativity, and fun-loving spirit that is just so very prompto :)

✉  you’ve got mail !

FROM: @lebrexuRE: 1-800-how’s my portrayal? 

BE STILL

MY HEART!!

A GODDESS HAS GRACED ME.

[maverixs]

@lebrexu ✦ (CONTINUED) 

            they’ve been sitting out here for a while now, soaking in the LAST of the sun’s warmth ------- & yuj would be lying if he said his arm isn’t starting to fall ASLEEP under her weight. it’s just that she looks so peaceful ... & he knows that even a SECOND of relaxation is hard to come by now that they’re fully embracing their new ‘PULSIAN’ lifestyle. so he sucks it up, focusing instead on the orange-pink horizon in front of them.

              ❝  hey, don’t get TOO comfortable. we still have some work to do before we call it a night, remember? snow’ll kick our asses if he catches us slacking.  ❞  

[legendofthemoogles-blog]

@lebrexu ★!

         HE  picks  up  some  of  the  NOEL  SIZED  gardening  equipment,  his  little  arms  struggling  as  he  carried  them  towards  the  garden,  but  he  does  so  with  determination  !  he  was  rather  sick  of  steak.   however  these  NOEL  SIZED  tools  were  far  too  heavy  for  him  to  carry  all  at  once,  so,  he  falls.  bouncing  as  he  usually  does  so.  what  he  does  not  expect,  though,  is  to  land  in  the  arms  of  Lebreau.  in  an  act  of deviance,  and  dramatics,  he pouts.  adding  a  sniffle  for theatrics.  ❝  Noel  is  so  mean,  kupo  !  he  sent  me  out  here  to  make  my  OWN  dinner,  kupo  !  ❞

[vitriss]

@lebrexu !!

        ❛ good morning! ❜ energetic the words fall from her lips as she comes swinging around the counter. swiftly she grabs an apron from the hook, draping it over herself with a quick tie around her waist. big is her smile as she passes Lebreau, giving her the silent nod that allowed her to know she’s ready for the day. after all, always prepping her station the afternoon before left her with the advantage to get going. ( and maybe an advantage to stay in bed with her fiancée a little bit longer~! ) 

         all seemed to be set, however there was one thing missing. she reaches over, pressing play on the small stereo that soon livened up the place, ( despite it only being the two of them currently! ) ❛ what are you feeling today? we can’t start the day off right with the wrong music playing! ❜ she can’t deny that she’s already feeling her feet tap to the beat, though. ❛ something fun, as always, right? ❜

[villiers-blog1]

@lebrexu

“No. Freakin’. Way.” he could not believe his eyes. Straight up from Pulse itself? Original NORA member? It was too good to be true. How the tides have turned, he was now in a better mood than he had been in days seeing her wonderful face. 

“How the hell did you get here?! You have no idea how happy I am to see you, kid.” he gave her a big hug, squeezing her so that she would disappear. He never realized how refreshing it was to see a familiar face. 

[lazuliss]

@lebrexu​. ( cont ) ★

          ❛   I definitely am.   ❜

          Confident is that grin of his, no longer coy as it’d originally been. Before, he’d constantly find himself tapping into the familiarity of boyhood, clumsy and uncertain in his approach. As he stands now, he is poised, no longer second guessing, acting with purpose. Normally attuned to the careful, pensive aspects of his mind, he’d grown to love spontaneity. She’d guided him thus far, surprised him even, and unearthed dimensions of his character unbeknownst to even his wisest self. Their time together had awoken a new, unexplored piece of his soul, and for once he’d enjoying this slow unravelling of his self. 

          ❛   They’re setting off some fireworks at the festival tonight. I wanted to ask if you wanted to join me ?   ❜  No matter how deliciously enticing the smells of café proved to be, charming any and all to enter ( it certainly worked on him ), surely she’s sick of the temptation. A change of pace was in order.