#verse 03.

[xiiijason]

@monstergal

  He’s staring, watching, observing the girl in complete curiosity as she makes her way past him-- he can tell she knows, too, the feebleness of her aura wafts in the air and suffocates her senses as she tips her head forward in an attempt to not be watched so closely by the boy who, in retrospect, was curious about her being in and of itself. It only ends with a loll of his head and a firm grip on her wrist to fully stop her in her tracks and get a better look at her face. 

     He means no harm, and no harm was done.

  “ --- You look like something from a book, why is that? ”

[unwaever-blog]

@warstep   ♡'d.

      “                     It’s a sprain. ”

Nothing altogether serious, in other words, but the kid looks about ready to burst out into song and dance to prove he can still soldier on. 

      “ Keep moving like that, and it’ll lock up, so just ------ hey! Don't try to stand on it! ”

[xiiijason]

  @teenvamp

  “ Not going in till you do-- unleeeess... you would like to come with me, that is.” Within the echoes of a barren house there is found solitude, one they stand before with skepticism that shines brighter than the moon illuminating the night sky and rebounding off their silhouette in uneven shadows. As he motions to the broken window next to the barred-up door, a chesire grin as wide and broad as her own etches across his face once they both look at each other in silent agreement.

  “ Then again, we don’t have to if you’re scared. ”