#rosegaerden

[mortatlas]

@rosegaerden​  !

      “you made more cookies ?    --    can i have one ?”

[scarbraved]

"come on, but i made cake!" - from emmy , sunshnebaby !

@rosegaerden sent  !

      he’s been in his home for approximately seven minutes, before she’s racing to his front door.  her arms wrap tightly around his waist, and he’s fairly certain she managed to sneak a small kiss to the center of his chest, before she buried her face against the fabric of his shirt.  he laughs softly, his free hand pressing gently between her shoulder blades.  he presses his lips softly to the crown of her head, before he’s pulling back and looking down at her, her words floating into the quiet of the room.      “oh, yeah?  what kind of cake?”

[scarbraved]

“Noah, no one is judging you.” / from Emmy

@rosegaerden sent  !

      breath is ridged as he removes his hand from the fresh hole he’s just created.  eyes spot the busted knuckles, and the small trickles of blood that start to form.    (  they’ll heal and bruise over    --    just like they always do.  )    eyes glance towards emmy, her soft hand resting against his shoulder as she speaks in a hushed tone    --    meant only for him.    (  he feels like he’s treading water with no land in sight    --    and she’s his lifeboat.  )    he lets his eyes move back towards his father.      “don’t ever talk about her like that again, or the next thing my fist goes through will be you.”