Jamil x Reader !Study Session!
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Word count :350ish
Time to read: 3 min
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A/N: !! I made this on my lunch break when I was studying hens why it's kinda short! Sorry!! ________________
Palace of White - an oasis , place of peace, Sheltered in the vast sea that surrounds. Temporary mountains, strung high with pride, made of grain of yellow and orange that threatened to topple at the slightest taste of wind.
A lather of blue upon the sky, untainted by the presence of white. The only blemish that was allowed to be present, the source of blazing heat.
Eerily beautiful, she - the sun- beat up on the ground. Wave of warmth and light that trickled down allowing themselves to become one with the never ending sea of gold, the desert that surrounds.
Nature made herself known,sweltering heat that will not subside, continuing its onslaught attack. Your skin becomes sticky as you're trudging continues.
Line after line it blurs together. Numerical digits ,stuck within your closed sight.Retreating into your mind as you try and relieve the stress not aided by fever of the day.
The silence you so desperately craved. Interrupted with rhythmic tapping up on paper and wooden desk.Impatien, agitated.
Forcing your open there you are met with reality. Despite sweltering heat you are left reminded of what you were really doing.
A slim finger with skin that had been graced by the sun, deep with the embrace of heated, golden honey like light. A bath he partaken in even now, sheltered with a shallow shade.
Signaling to a line that he had seemingly made appear.
Red again…
The routine of following the arm to whom the finger belonged. Bracelet of gold just above vexed hand, that continued its mission of tapping. Bone peering its way through each uplift of the finger.
Uniform that neatly pressed itself against a slim frame. Straight edges guiding gaze to it’s wearer’s face.
Your eyes meet with pure voids of black, decorated with strokes of red, bound tightly to just under his water line. Powders of brown dusted just below his brow, deepening the look that nestled within his features.
Stray strand of jet black hair lay itself upon glistening forehead as the long tired voice spoke it’s routine lines again.
“Do it again, correct this time.”
