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･ﾟ° ҉ △ 𝒲𝑒𝑒𝓀𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒. What Romi had faulted to take into account is mere fact that she is helpless when it comes to being out in the open at surround of nature, more so, staying overnight and dealing with fear of dark along with odd sounds of creatures in hide. Others have already headed towards water, parading in their swimsuits whilst carrying food and beverages, auburn haired, however, has stayed behind along with one of her closest friends to have a ‘talk’. Better now than ever.

❛ We have an agreement, don’t we? and we... ❜. Fingers gesture space between both to enforce significance of words. ❛ —won’t break it right? so I can trust you won’t toss me into the lake... right? ❜. Russed stare meets his with impose, statement an imperative one in need of confirmation. ❛ You won’t go stabbing your best friend in the back will you? that would be horrid thing to do... which I won’t ever forgive ❜. Overdramatic much? Yes, pretty much her alright. Left hand, which had been perched at her hip, falls to her side before taking hold of his instead. ❛ Now that we are clear on terms, I’ll let you walk me to the lake... let’s go ❜.

#m. romi #[ hope this is alright! ]

@fyrtarn

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･ﾟ° ☾ ✧ △ 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒊 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒗𝒆, spoon dangling loosely in her fingers. The broth—if it could still be called that—clung to it like stubborn glue, thick and unyielding. The once rich, savory smell had gone slightly smoky, a faint tang of burned garlic mixed with the earthy scent of basil and rosemary from the potted herbs along the windowsill, wrapping the open-concept apartment in a cozy, slightly chaotic warmth.

Dusky light filtered through the wide windows, painting the wooden floors in soft amber and turning the marbled counters into gentle pools of gold. Shadows from the plants and bookshelves stretched lazily across the space, and the soft creak of the floor underfoot made the apartment feel alive in its quiet, homey way.

❛ Hm… I thought it would be… more broth-like? ❜. she murmured, tilting her head as she gave the spoon one last hopeful stir. The thick mixture resisted, stretching stubbornly between spoon and pot. Her fingers brushed the cool marbled countertop, a small comfort against her fluttering nerves.

Romi’s chocolate eyes found Yura, wide and apologetic, and a helpless little smile tugged at her lips. ❛ Maybe… we could order something instead? Or… go out? I can try again another day… ❜. Her hands lifted in a tiny shrug, catching the last of the sunset’s glow, the faint scent of herbs and burnt garlic mingling around them. ❛ I really wanted it to be good for you… I guess I’m better at literature than the kitchen, huh? ❜.

Despite the mess, the apartment felt soft and warm, filled with the quiet intimacy of evening—the gentle hum of the city beyond, the amber light spilling across plants, books, and counters—and her optimism clung to it, small but stubborn, like a candle flame flickering against the dusk. ❛ Promise I’ll make it up to you. Next time, it’ll be perfect ❜.

#fyrtarn #m. romi #romi ft. yura

@jinnic 𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣.

✵･ﾟ° ꋧ ● ҉ ❜△ 𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈. Tragedy had wronged her family, loss of a parent is ever grueling, but for her, younger out of four siblings, she had it the hardest. This is why she seeks out a way to vent herself out in a positive manner, from painting to reading, to anything else that might take her mind away from woe. This is why she joined a Saturday meeting, an association of poets that give a glimpse into their souls. This is where meets amiable people that give her comfort through words, from vivacious ones to soulful phrasings, each holding assort of significance that comforts her greatly.

Auburn one sits outside by another, both beneath starry skies, summery breeze caressing their worn, somehow, it has been him who has gifted her with solace as in late, appreciating another human being for the beautiful soul beneath carcass. ❛ Thank you... ❜. Tears are grazed away from flushed of cheeks, smiling through grief, thankful of not being amiss. ❛ – today... I heard what I needed to, so thank you for your words, your poem was... remarkable, I needed it ❜. Ridiculous as it might be to be so forthright, it is what she feels at the time, Ro mi has found release of sentiments after a long while. ❛ I am sorry... I didn’t even introduce myself and I am already crying by you, I am Ro mi, pleased to meet you ❜.